Hello! I just figured out the meaning of the name "Khols"! :D
On my wonderful name journey, I discovered that "Khols" is a German boy name that means "cabbage"! :D
The more you know, the more you cabbage.
^ ^ Thank you to Sakonon for helping me MAKE this great discovery.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Stalker Employee in the Culinary Shop
Today I walked to a cooking store to buy a Christmas present for my mother. I get in there, and began to look around.
Suddenly, this old lady employee stood right in front of me. "May I help you?" she asked.
"No, ma'am," I answered. "I'm just looking for something to buy for my mother."
"Alright, tell me if you need anything."
That's normal, right? Well, just keep reading.
I first walked over to the candles (No, I don't really know why there were candles in a cooking shop). That lady...she STALKED me.
You see, it wouldn't have been quite so creepy if she had merely followed me. I would have understood--I'm a 15 year old girl (who looks a bit younger than that) wearing a big black trench coat who came into a cooking store (that had a bit of relatively expensive stuff) alone, carrying a somewhat large portfolio in which I could easily slide a few small display items into (not that I would ever use it for that purpose--it's just a writing portfolio). I wouldn't have been too concerned if she kinda followed me around.
But this woman tried to be SNEAKY about it. Like, I was looking at the candles. The old lady HID behind a shelf of pots and stared at me from in between the spaces in the shelf.
I started feeling creeped out, so I ditched the candles and went to another part of the store. The old lady continued to stalk me! I started looking at measuring cups, and she continued to stare at me from behind shelves.
Finally, I decided to settle with a technologically enhanced ice cream scoop (don't ask). I walked over to the front desk to pay for the stuff, and there was a lady behind the counter. "May I help you?" she asked.
I was about to say something, but then the creepy stalker lady went behind the counter, too. "No, no," she said to the other lady, and then turned to me. "I can help you."
When I got home, my father asked, "Did you get something for your mother at the cooking store?"
I was like, "Yes, but there was a really creepy lady there..."
He asked, "Did she follow you around the store?"
"How did you know?!" I demanded.
"She follows me, too," he told me.
DX CREEPY OLD STALKER WOMEN!
Suddenly, this old lady employee stood right in front of me. "May I help you?" she asked.
"No, ma'am," I answered. "I'm just looking for something to buy for my mother."
"Alright, tell me if you need anything."
That's normal, right? Well, just keep reading.
I first walked over to the candles (No, I don't really know why there were candles in a cooking shop). That lady...she STALKED me.
You see, it wouldn't have been quite so creepy if she had merely followed me. I would have understood--I'm a 15 year old girl (who looks a bit younger than that) wearing a big black trench coat who came into a cooking store (that had a bit of relatively expensive stuff) alone, carrying a somewhat large portfolio in which I could easily slide a few small display items into (not that I would ever use it for that purpose--it's just a writing portfolio). I wouldn't have been too concerned if she kinda followed me around.
But this woman tried to be SNEAKY about it. Like, I was looking at the candles. The old lady HID behind a shelf of pots and stared at me from in between the spaces in the shelf.
I started feeling creeped out, so I ditched the candles and went to another part of the store. The old lady continued to stalk me! I started looking at measuring cups, and she continued to stare at me from behind shelves.
Finally, I decided to settle with a technologically enhanced ice cream scoop (don't ask). I walked over to the front desk to pay for the stuff, and there was a lady behind the counter. "May I help you?" she asked.
I was about to say something, but then the creepy stalker lady went behind the counter, too. "No, no," she said to the other lady, and then turned to me. "I can help you."
When I got home, my father asked, "Did you get something for your mother at the cooking store?"
I was like, "Yes, but there was a really creepy lady there..."
He asked, "Did she follow you around the store?"
"How did you know?!" I demanded.
"She follows me, too," he told me.
DX CREEPY OLD STALKER WOMEN!
Monday, December 20, 2010
The Psychology of Emotions
Hello, all!
Personally, psychology is something that really interests me. Especially the psychology of emotions. So, I've done a bit of research and, out of boredom, decided to write down some things I discovered.
There are several theories about emotions and the order in which they are caused.
The James-Lange Theory suggests that the event comes first, then arousal, then interpretation, and then the emotion.
The Cannon-Bard Theory is that an event happens, and then arousal and emotion occur at the same time.
The Lazarus Theory is that the event happens, then the thought, and then the emotion and arousal at the same time.
The Facial Feedback Theory is that there is an event, then facial changes, and then the emotion.
(Information from: http://allpsych.com/psychology101/emotion.html")
Well, everybody. Which theories do you guys agree with? Personally I think that the Cannon-Bard Theory is the correct one. What about you?
Personally, psychology is something that really interests me. Especially the psychology of emotions. So, I've done a bit of research and, out of boredom, decided to write down some things I discovered.
There are several theories about emotions and the order in which they are caused.
The James-Lange Theory suggests that the event comes first, then arousal, then interpretation, and then the emotion.
The Cannon-Bard Theory is that an event happens, and then arousal and emotion occur at the same time.
The Lazarus Theory is that the event happens, then the thought, and then the emotion and arousal at the same time.
The Facial Feedback Theory is that there is an event, then facial changes, and then the emotion.
(Information from: http://allpsych.com/psychology101/emotion.html")
Well, everybody. Which theories do you guys agree with? Personally I think that the Cannon-Bard Theory is the correct one. What about you?
Sunday, December 19, 2010
What Does Everyone Else Think about the Fail Khols Motto?
Hey everybody! Here I am again, posting another entry, just about twenty minutes or so after the LAST one! :D Hurray for boredom!
Okay, so today, my mother said, "Antha, the only shirts you own are boy shirts. You need something nice to wear to church on Christmas day, so we are going to go to Khols and get you a nice, semi-girly shirt."
In my immediate family, my mother is the only one out of my father, brother, and I who is actually religious, so the only day we ever go to church is on Christmas (and sometimes easter). I'm a tomboy, and I don't have ANY girl clothing whatsoever. In my opinion, girl shirts show too much cleavage, are really annoying to try on, and it's way to hard to find things that actually fit. They also don't look very good.
So, despite the fact that I loath shopping, my mother dragged me off to Khols to buy a "nice shirt." I ended up buying a really cool black military jacket <3
But that's beside the point.
What IS the point, you ask? Well, in the store, they would play a bunch of Khols commercials over the loud speaker thing. And at the end of every single commercial, they played what must have been the worst store motto ever created.
What...the...flipping...hell? Is that supposed to MEAN something? Were they drunk when they thought that up? Or were they just so out of ideas that they just...chose something stupid?
Does this make sense to anyone? What are your opinions on why they made something so stupid?
Okay, so today, my mother said, "Antha, the only shirts you own are boy shirts. You need something nice to wear to church on Christmas day, so we are going to go to Khols and get you a nice, semi-girly shirt."
In my immediate family, my mother is the only one out of my father, brother, and I who is actually religious, so the only day we ever go to church is on Christmas (and sometimes easter). I'm a tomboy, and I don't have ANY girl clothing whatsoever. In my opinion, girl shirts show too much cleavage, are really annoying to try on, and it's way to hard to find things that actually fit. They also don't look very good.
So, despite the fact that I loath shopping, my mother dragged me off to Khols to buy a "nice shirt." I ended up buying a really cool black military jacket <3
But that's beside the point.
What IS the point, you ask? Well, in the store, they would play a bunch of Khols commercials over the loud speaker thing. And at the end of every single commercial, they played what must have been the worst store motto ever created.
"The more you know, the more you Khols."
What...the...flipping...hell? Is that supposed to MEAN something? Were they drunk when they thought that up? Or were they just so out of ideas that they just...chose something stupid?
Does this make sense to anyone? What are your opinions on why they made something so stupid?
Um...So...Hello, I Guess
Hello. I'm Ratt Kazamata. I've never really made a blog before...not an official one, anyway. So...yeah. Let's see...I'm female, first of all. I was born in 1995. I live in the United States, in the west. I'm a bit odd.
I'll try to update this blog as much as I can, if I remember. I'll most likely remember for a little while, but then forget.
Well anyway, I guess I'll kick off this blog with a story about yesterday.
I have been riding horses for about 6 years. Every year around Christmas time, my ranch has a Christmas party. There are hay rides and food and bonfires and everything. It's epic. Anyway, I decided to hang around with the ten year old boys who were wrestling in the hay loft. It was tons of fun. One boy, Conner, was using his cell phone as a light. He dropped it down a deep hole in the hay loft, where most of the hay had already been removed. He and I searched for it for about 10 minutes before we finally found it. Hay lofts are really fun, but after I got out of it, all these itchy bumps got all over my skin. There were rashes everywhere! But oh well.
Oh my god. This entry is the meaning of the word fail. I promise you, I don't usually write so...horribly. Usually my sentences flow, and have more detail. Just...meh. Anyway, thanks for reading this fail entry, and I will try to write more soon. Farewell.
~Ratt Kazamata, 12/19/2010
I'll try to update this blog as much as I can, if I remember. I'll most likely remember for a little while, but then forget.
Well anyway, I guess I'll kick off this blog with a story about yesterday.
I have been riding horses for about 6 years. Every year around Christmas time, my ranch has a Christmas party. There are hay rides and food and bonfires and everything. It's epic. Anyway, I decided to hang around with the ten year old boys who were wrestling in the hay loft. It was tons of fun. One boy, Conner, was using his cell phone as a light. He dropped it down a deep hole in the hay loft, where most of the hay had already been removed. He and I searched for it for about 10 minutes before we finally found it. Hay lofts are really fun, but after I got out of it, all these itchy bumps got all over my skin. There were rashes everywhere! But oh well.
Oh my god. This entry is the meaning of the word fail. I promise you, I don't usually write so...horribly. Usually my sentences flow, and have more detail. Just...meh. Anyway, thanks for reading this fail entry, and I will try to write more soon. Farewell.
~Ratt Kazamata, 12/19/2010
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