Autumn Leaves

The Top 9 People I Will Never Ever Lend my Laptop To Ever Again

2012-03-02T15:32:00.001-08:00

My current wallpaper (it's not Nathan Drake anymore hurr hurr)

But let's put his face on here anyway #rememberingNathanDrake2k12

This is a list of the top 9 types of people I absolutely despise lending my laptop to. This is an ordered list so if you find yourself falling under numbers 5-1, fuck you, borrow someone else's laptop.

9. The Fingerprinter: "Hey, look, Denise! Let me bring your attention to a certain area on your monitor by pointing to it using my greasy pointer finger -don't worry, I licked off all the chicken oils and Cheeto cheese." Do you know how terrible it is to have to constantly wipe of my own fingerprints from the monitor? Now, I have to check for your prints too? If you want to show me something use the goddamn mouse pointer. It's in the shape of an arrow for a reason. Next time you feel up my monitor again, I'm going to take these prints, send it over to the police department, drug you, then shower some random crime scene with your greasy KFC-cheeto fingers.

8. The Clicker: Windows (and probably Mac, but I'm not sure since I don't use one) users would know that when you open a folder, you double-click, when you open an instance of a window from the taskbar, you click once. It's one of those rules you learn when you use a computer. So why, in God's holy name, do you persist on clicking seven goddamn times on everything? Haven't you heard the term "Patience is a virtue"? We all know this scenario. You click on the Google Chrome icon once, nothing happens for 2 seconds, you think, "Oh, maybe Window's suddenly changed its whole operating system rules by itself and decided that it's double-click". So you do and nothing happens. "Triple-click, maybe?" Then you're bombarded by six new instances of Google Chrome windows and an insane CPU usage. Congratulations, you've managed to fuck up my 3GB RAM processor. Idiot.

7. The Hogger: Last time I checked, I was lending you my laptop. Give it the fuck back. Don't you even do that walking-around-with-my-laptop-pretending-to-drop-it-every-now-and-then. It's not cute. You're not cute. And your fly is open.

6. The Facebook Machine: My laptop is important. It is my life. I put my school work and personal work on my laptop. My laptop helps me communicate with all my friends and blog about the pointlessly interesting things that happen in my life. So if you borrow my laptop just for facebook, I will judge you. I will judge you so hard, you will feel tiny burns forming on your skin. I will judge you so hard, stick my tongue out like the mature person I am and ignore you.

5. The Logger: Following that, if I do lend you my laptop for Facebooking purposes (because it's important or I'm feeling generous that day) and I see you've saved your info/data/password, I will rage like red Gyarados of Pokemon Silver. Why do you do that? Just because I've lent it to you a couple times, you feel the confidence to just save your shit in my registry? How dare you keep your cookies in my cookie jar. What, are you expecting to use my laptop a lot? Is my laptop a convenience for you? I appreciate your trust but bro, unless we're super kawaii best friends 5ever, don't save your data because I will log in and I will type embarrassing things on your wall. Oh, and if you return my laptop from facebook use and are still logged in and expect me to log you out like I'm some kind of servant, yeah well, fuuucckkk youuuuuu. I gave you a log in page, you return a log in page.

4. The ASDFGHJK: My files are pretty obviously named and organized. "School Work" means school work. "Communications" means communications. "Games" obviously means porn. Duh, no it's games. Now, what I do not understand is why you have to go through every single folder on my desktop to look for let's say, the movie "Battle Royale", which is obviously a movie so it obviously in the "Movies". But noooooooo, you go through "My Documents", "My Videos", "Oh, it's not there?", "Confidential", "My stuff", "High Priority" and even the most random folder, "Skype Screens". Now tell me, would Battle Royale be in any of these unrelated folders when there is so obviously a folder named "Movies" on my desktop. I don't know if you're doing it on purpose, you're dyslexic or you're a snooper in disguise but please, the next time you turn to me and ask, "So, where is it?", don't blame me if I stab you in the eyeballs.

3. The Snooper: This is pretty self-explanatory. You do not snoop through my folders. Some of them are named "Confidential" for a reason. No, I do not have porn. My laptop is very personal and I would like to you to keep your nose out of my data business.

2. The Pigeon: You know how pigeons like to leave their shit everywhere and when you confront them, they're all,

We have laptop borrowers who like to leave traces of shit to tell you they've been there. Symptoms include them singing Shaggy's "Wasn't Me" over and over all while shrugging their shoulders to the point where you wish they'd stay shrugged so you're not tempted to strangle the damn cretin. Wasn't you? Oh yeah? So please, explain how these bunch of "New Folder"s and files came to be about. How did all these stock photos of women eating salad came to sit on my desktop? DID YOU DELETE MY SHIT. It's like going into your room and realized your mother has cleaned it. The worse shit they'll leave? Motherfucking Trojans.

1. The Webcam abuser: If you are one of these, I will not even permit you to touch my laptop. I hate this type the most. Hate it. Despise it. See, I don't understand (and girls I am looking at you with judging eyes) why people have to use someone else's laptop, bring up the webcam photobooth application and just take 3049823048230489 pictures of themselves. What's worse, these people even ask you to post the goddamn pictures on facebook for you. First of all, why would I want 3049823048230489 pictures of your face in my laptop? Are you my best friend, are we in a relationship, are you a kitten, are you Nathan Drake, are you a hot video game character? Second, you take up memory. Each good quality webcam picture would take 1.4mb x 3049823048230489 = A SHIT LOAD OF MEMORY THAT I'M NOT WILLING TO USE FOR YOUR FACE. Yes, I could delete it, but I'd rather you didn't use those memory blocks in the first place because, FUCK YOU THEY ARE MINE. Second, if you wanted an album dedicated to your face and your "variety of funny faces" which can be seen in picture #3466356 as tongue out and #3466357 as tongue out 000.1cm to the left, then how about you go home, use your goddamn laptop, use your goddamn webcam and post it on your goddamn facebook profile. You are not as attractive as you think you are. A little respect for my laptop, please. It's like going to an interview and shoving your resume into your employers' genitals. If I had an album of your face on my facebook profile, people would think we're dating. Ew.

JEENKIES!

2012-02-26T20:18:00.000-08:00

I think I would make a fantastic Velma.

I want to be a detective. I want to find a mystery. I want to go around hunting for clues. I WANT TO BE NANCY DREW. If I can't be a pretty blonde detective with a perfect boyfriend, then let me solve mysteries in a van, with an over-grown dog.

The Day I Went to The Park With a Bunch of Strangers

2012-02-26T19:19:00.000-08:00

So my Music class professor gave us this BULLSHIT assignment. Basically, I had to go on a date with these strangers. I went to the park, an hour away, to have a leisurely walk with a bunch of people I don't know. THEN, write a goddamn report on it. Hody-dee-doo-dah for fan-fucking-tastic assignments. It was totally not fun. I tried to be nice to these people, I tried to make it fun but they could drown in their hostility for all I care. I wouldn't mind if I never saw them again ever. Get this, when we all left, we didn't even say goodbye to each other. They were all just, "lol okay let's just disperse". I hate people.

WARNING: Photo heavy post. Has a lot of pictures of dogs.

The best thing about the park though is that it was a no-leash area for dogs so they're free to go wherever. They're trained, don't worry. Kerbie would have loved it here.

my bathtub horror story

2012-02-24T20:58:00.000-08:00

“There was something in the bathtub that day

-something cold and dark and gray,

and all around was the scent of decay.

Right where I thought I'd lay,

There was someone in the bathtub that day."

Denise talks about being cute: Adorable is all I know how to be, apparently

2012-02-14T17:33:00.000-08:00

This is what I wore today and people flocked to me like they would a puppy. I'm just glad no one pinched my cheeks, but I swear -they all looked like they wanted to.

Now, let me say this: I am in no way bragging. It's just -when people say I'm cute, I try very hard to live up to that standard and while I do think it's become sort of a natural thing since my face looks like siopao and I'm short and chubby and I turn red really easily so I guess that's kinda adorable, I kinda wish I didn't look like such a twelve-year old kid.

Denise kinda talks about Valentine's: My day and My teacher's day

2012-02-14T16:32:00.000-08:00

I actually really like Valentine's Day. Even back when I was single, I enjoyed Valentine's. Valentine's to me was ~fanfiction material~ and ~fangirl inspiration~ back when I wrote fanfiction for Cardcaptor Sakura then to Kingdom Hearts /Akuroku /yes, I am a dork. Plus, I was a japanophile so I looked forward to White Day as well. Blame Japanese manga for that. Most of all, though, I like how it brought everyone together in single-dom to "mourn" their being single by joking about it and going out with a group of friends but in the end, everyone (single or not) had fun just being with good company instead of actually "mourning".

I don't think Valentine's is that one day of the year when you are obliged to treat your significant other in a special way -I think Valentine's is when it's socially acceptable to show off this affection in public. I suppose that's the reason why everyone's in a trifle about "OH Y U ONLY TREAT GIRL SPECIAL ONE DAY OF YEAR" -chill, I'm sure there are a lot of those couples that treat each other special in private ~~if you know what I mean~~ it's just that you're so engrossed with those other couples that you only notice the special treatment and you generalize.

So anyway -to my day. It was all right. I got a letter. It was scanned, but it was a handwritten letter that was scanned so happy Denise is happy. I dressed up nice today and got a lot of "OMFG DENISE YOU ARE ADOOORRRBBZZZ" but that's for another post. Programming was my first class and I gave my teacher a card with a programming Valentine's pun on it. She told me I made her day. That made me happy. Then I had my FACS assignment presentation (The Long-Distance Panda). I think it went really well. David (my prof) was all smiles and when I showed the commercial to class, I got s'more, "OMFG DENISE THAT'S ADORBZZZ" and I got a couple to tear up. Overall, today was a pretty good day.

The Day I Could've Gotten Arrested: Rallies are Stupid. And Boring.

2012-02-05T20:13:00.000-08:00

Warning: Photo heavy post.

So, February 1, Shianney and I attended this rally to drop tuition fees for the heck of being able to say we went to a rally at least once in our lives. It was my very first rally. And I have to say,

It was the stupidest, most boring thing I have ever attended in this shitehole of a country.

The Long-Distance Panda

2012-02-05T13:00:00.000-08:00

THE LONG-DISTANCE PANDA

Hey, guys, hey, guys, guys, guuuyyysssss, look what I just finished after working on it for three days non-stop huhu. I finally finished the video. Don't mind the kiddy drawings and that it's drawn using the crayon tool, it's supposed to be that way because the kid is the one telling the story. Oh, and please don't mind my stupid voice. But man, oh man, this takes a lot of load off my shoulders.

It took so much time. I had to walk to this place to print out the poster (that did not turn out the colour I wanted, by the way) and I forgot my flash drive there so I have to go over there again next week. Then it took me three goddamn hours to install Sony Vegas Pro again because it is the only video editing program I know how to use. Now all I have to do is 232039 term papers and reading summaries and audio walks and online posts. Jesus Christ. Well, I hope I get an A.

In the midst of my lack of postage due to insurmountable schoolwork-

2012-02-02T21:01:00.000-08:00

Here, enjoy pictures of my mother's baking. Contains cookies, Leche Flan and egg yolks.

The Long-Distance Device (Unnamed)

2012-01-22T12:09:00.000-08:00

So this is a final project for one of my classes. It's a 3D Google SketchUp project. I have to think of a device, make a poster, advertise the shit out of it, make a promotional video and a video of how it works. I've been very personal when it comes to my projects and I think this is the most personal I've gotten. The feelings of homesickness and missing everyone created my project and this is what I came up with. It's still a work in progress, but it's turning out pretty well, I should think.

The Long-Distance Device (Unnamed):

I wanted to create the "perfect" portable long-distance device. I thought of all the problems long-distance relationships come across. Here is how my device tries to solve these issues:

Problem: Handwritten letters take forever to arrive, are awkward to write and I miss sweet little notes. Plus you never know when your letter will arrive so the news you tell them on the letter could be old news. Using a huge scanner. sending it then having that person print it out is hassling and not portable.
Functionality: Inside the right arm of the device is a scanner that scans a 1.5cm x Xcm strip where you can write your message. It goes in through the back, then exits through the front. The scanner then sends the electric pulses and prints it out through the "partner's" left arm.

Problem: I'd like it if I could have physical pictures of special events my family/S.O./friends are experiencing. Or just a picture to say hi would be nice. Or a more recent picture of the boyfriend to put in my wallet. Physical photos > Digital photos sometimes, y'know.
Functionality: There is a tiny camera the size of a needle pinpoint located on the device's "forehead". Pressing the right ear of the device takes a 4cm x 6cm photo and immediately prints out the photo to the "partner". Think of it as a two-body Polaroid.

Problem: Now, this is the selling point of this device. The biggest problem of any long distance relationship is the physical connection.
Functionality: (It's explained in the photo. See below: Fig. 2)

Now, obviously, a few lights won't be able to truly replace the physical touch of the person, but it does hold a sort of comfort. If you've never been in a long-distance relationship, not even with a significant other, it may be a really close friend or family member -just imagine, a mother in Dubai writes her note "Goodnight, my darling." and her eight-year old daughter in the Philippines replies, in blue-red-green crayon, "Goodnight, Mama." and all Mama has to do now is glide her finger across the device's "forehead" and the forehead of the little doll with the daughter lights up. She knows what it is -it's a kiss goodnight.

People like me take comfort in the smallest things -like a short online message or posting a picture of yourself to send to me once in a while. It makes me feel relieved to know that despite not talking to people for long periods of time, we'd still be as close as if we talk everyday. But sometimes, it gets pretty lonely and digital things are cold. Typed words are cold. It would be nice to wake up to a handwritten 1.5cm x 9cm strip of paper that say, "Hey, Denise. Hope you have a great day!", don't you think? Or working on a project and see something out of the corner of my eye light up around the shoulders almost as if it's saying, "Good luck! I'm supporting you!".
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Now, if you guys have ANY questions, please voice them out. I need to make this device as non-faulty as possible. Critique it as much as you can. Oh, and if anyone can recommend a name, that would be highly appreciated.

PROJECT 366 2K12

2012-01-20T23:30:00.000-08:00

Just putting it out there that I've started my 366 picture thingo that everyone with a camera apparently should be doing. I'd like to call this collection, the obligatory-project-366-that-the-internet-makes-me-want-to-do-since-i-have-an-SLR-so-this-is-mandatory.

Link is up there ^, you'll be able to find it,I should think. If you can't just type ctrl+F and type Project 366, not that I'm insulting your intelligence -it's just that ~some people~.... :| Expect comments/stories/stupid things to accompany the pictures.

My life has been incredibly boring so here, have a picture of my face. And Manic Panic.

2012-01-20T19:57:00.000-08:00

So since my life has been incredibly boring, I'd just like to share the one interesting thing I've done in the past couple of weeks. So my hair has been sitting as this incredibly boring brown colour and I absolutely hate it. I found a bottle of Manic Panic at Shoppers and wondered if it would work on my incredibly obstinate hair. So that up there is my hair.

Then this happened.

Which led to this. Now, I don't understand why the colour can't be seen that much in the photos, but it is red. Especially in the light. Now, the funny thing about it is only the top half of my hair is red -it sort of fades into a black-red when the colour gets to the tips. I actually like it, though. It's like a reverse dip dye or something.

So here are some points I learned:

Manic Panic does great things to your hair.
But only after leaving it on your head the whole night. I recommend wrapping your dyed head in plastic wrap, tying a bandanna around your head and keeping it on overnight. Sleep on it. SERIOUSLY. IF YOUR HAIR IS NOT BLEACHED AND YOU WANT COLOUR SLEEP ON IT FOR AS LONG AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN.
It stains like a bitch. Especially your skin -don't worry, though. Toothpaste will wash it off.... eventually.
Keep it off white bathroom tiles.
Your head will BLEED colour for days. Get used to it.
Don't sleep on white pillows.
Your scalp will look infected -it will stain your scalp for a couple of days. The shampoo will eventually get rid of it.
If you want a vibrant colour for indoors, bleach your hair. There's no alternative -bleach. your. hair.
Unless you buy blonde hair dye like what I did.
Your hair will smell nasty. It will smell like Manic Panic for about three to four days.

Now here, have a stupid picture of me.

Trees of Hopes and Dreams Photodump

2012-01-05T19:17:00.001-08:00

This is just a photodump of pretty pictures of my Tree project. You may skip this if you like.

Trees of Hopes and Dreams: The Final Result

2012-01-05T19:17:00.000-08:00

"A tree of hope and a tree of dreams.

Which is which, I wonder.

Wishes made from dead things.
Sprouting from fallen stars, from home.

Wishes clinging to dead things."

It's been a while since I've done anything creative to this extent. Crafts have never really been my strong point, especially cut and paste projects, but I've always been a resourceful person. I still haven't improved much with my drawing, though. I need to improve in both my craftiness and drawing skills. It's still nice that I've managed to use a few of the cranes I've made to decorate the house.

Trees of Hopes and Dreams: The Making Of

2012-01-05T19:16:00.000-08:00

This is me creating one of the prettiest things I've made in a while. This is the first tree I made.

Materials: Twine. Glue. Paper cranes. Dead fallen twigs. An empty round coke bottle.

Since I didn't have varnish, I just coated the twigs in a layer of glue.

The Obligatory New Years Post: Resolutions

2011-12-31T17:02:00.000-08:00

My 2k12 Resolutions:

Have enough money for airplane ticket home by the end of the year. Hopefully, I'll have more than that, too. I'm already at 400$/1500$ anyway. Hopefully, I'll have airplane ticket, shipping fees and food for three months by the end of the year. Hopefully, if I'm lucky, I get 3000$/6000$ by the end of the year.
Draw more, Write more. I have been neglecting my talents because of the 2k11 depression. Yes, I'll call it that. 2k11 depression. And this stupid ass country has no inspiration whatsoever. There is no culture, no colour, no beauty, this country is a white wasteland of ugly fuck.
Stop trying to fit in with people. They don't matter if you can't be yourself with them. I've come to terms with the fact that loneliness is all I'll ever feel in this godforsaken wasteland. I see no point in trying to be friends with the people in this country when I'm the only one putting in effort in the shallow friendship. All of you can keep your shit shallow friendship. It goes well with your shit shallow country.
Finish the first 1000 cranes. Start the next 1000. Home.
Pay more attention to people who do matter. Like, my girls back home (you guys are my homies, and I love you), friends and family back home, Poch, Kerbie. I'll be leaving you stuff online, like I always do. Online is when I feel most loved. Online is the closest thing I'll be to home.
Stop cussing (Except in stories). ...ehe. We'll see?
Finish what I start. I've got so many projects that I've begun but haven't finished. I should really get to finishing all those.
Get better grades. So I can stop e-mailing my professor and telling her about how I cry myself to sleep at night thinking about it.
Take more (and better) pictures.
Be more creative. shit!Canada is sucking the life out of me. I am not a robot. I have a soul. I have a heart. I have an identity. I have a personality. I have a personality. I have a personality.

This list isn't finished yet, but I guess these are my main resolutions. I have others like, "Learn morse code", "Learn sign language (again)", Learn a different language. I also thought of, "Stop worrying about what these people think of you" and "Make the effort only for things you intend to keep", but I thought they're more of "Things to Live By" rather than resolutions. Now that I think about it, my third resolution is "something to live by." Well, I'll write that list for another day.

So here is the obligatory duck-face 2k11 is ending photo. Am I cool now.

And here is the final photo of 2k11. Enjoy my face.

No, I'm not going to do a year recap because if I did, it would look like this:

January was shit.
February was shit.
March was shit.
April was shit.
May was shit.
June was shit.
July was shit.
August was totally uber shit fuck shit fuckery fuck fuck
September was shit
October was shit
November was shit
Guess what December was?
That's right, shit.

I know it's a resolution to stop cussing, but that right there is poetry so I'm allowed to swear.

My butt in letter form. Oh, and a vest.

2011-12-29T18:09:00.000-08:00

This is my grandmother's vest. It is a very ugly vest. It does nothing for my figure (lol kapal) and makes my body shape resemble that of a brick. Excuse me, I've got curves, bro. I mean, have you seen my butt. My butt is obnoxious as hell. And my hips, man. Child bearing hips. So anyway, I wanted to use the vest so I decided to use my awesome sewing skills.

And so I ended up with this.

Which, while I get a nice hourglass curve, it makes my boobs and my butt look insanely obnoxious. You don't even understand how obnoxious it looks, it's like this:

That's my butt. In letter form.

Maybe I'll take a picture.

But for now, have this picture of me wearing it pre-cut, adjusting measurements, with the pins still sticking out. The bow is from Loise and I love it to bits.

I'd be a Fantastic Food Photographer: Menchie's,

2011-12-25T23:09:00.001-08:00

This is a Menchie's Photodump. Menchie's is this nifty yogurt place where you can actually taste the yogurt in little cups before buying some. You can go in, taste the stuff for free, an unlimited amount of times, then just leave.

In other words, YOU CAN EAT THEIR YOGURT FOR FREE IF YOU'RE INCONSPICUOUS ENOUGH. Keep scrolling down, this post has a lot of lovely pictures.

I left the house. Shocking.

2011-12-25T23:09:00.000-08:00

Spadina photodump

I left the house.

The one time I leave my house is the one day the sun decides not to show up and not grace me with the warmth of outside and sunlight and Vitamin E and all that. I'm still deathly white. I'm the same colour as my wall. Seriously. Look at my Facebook DP. My skin is the wall and the wall is my skin. I'm never leaving my house again. Fuck you, sun. Fuck you, shit!Canada.

So this is Christmas?

2011-12-25T22:52:00.000-08:00

So I met cousins when we went to my Tito's house for Christmas dinner. Jo is 16. Ryan is cute. Josh is a Marvel fan. There's my sister. Then there's Kyle who plays for the national kids soccer team. He's ten and he has a defined six pack. I emphasize, defined.

Cranes 10/1000

2011-12-21T12:03:00.001-08:00

I've started to make cranes.

I'm going to make 1000 a year.

4000 cranes, for one wish.

That one wish written inside every single crane: HOME.

I have 27 papers, but I've only managed to make 10 for now.

10/1000.

I'll try everything to get home.

Make cranes,

wish on dandelions,

throw pennies in a wishing well,

wish during 11:11,

wish on a wishbone,

look for shooting stars,

pray.

Everything. Just to go home.

Shit is Getting Real: The Going Home Fund

2011-12-21T12:03:00.000-08:00

I've finally made an "Airplane ticket" fund that I should never ever touch until the time comes when I should. For now, I only have 260$. I totaled it to be 6000$ for everything I'll need when I get to the Philippines. Like, a place to live and transpo and food and having to sustain myself without a job for a while. I'll have to look for one immediately once I land. I'm still far, far away from 6000$, but I should think that not buying food and working my ass off for four years and not buying anything for myself should bring me to at least 5000, right? Plus, I'll just ask for money for every occasion from every relative I know. Hopefully, they give me hundreds.

It makes me sad, though since the most that I can probably send the people I love in the Philippines are letters. I'll probably just buy pasalubong for when I'm already graduated to bring to them.

I still cry every night. Recently, I've been crying in the morning, too. I wrote a harsh letter to my parents. One that I'll probably never send. I told them how my childhood was already bad, they've taken away my teenage years, what more do they want from me? What more can I give them if nothing I do is good enough anyway. I accused them of never acknowledging how much effort I put it to be the perfect daughter who has never been out after 8:30pm. I told them how much of me they've killed and that everything was, is and probably always will be about money. I told them how none of my opinions mattered in this family and that they've lost me. Everything went to shit ever since he came into the picture. If I died tonight, I would regret my life because of them.

All of you with a good relationship with your family members, I'm sorry, but there is a part of me that will always hate you. You guys have something I've always wanted and I am jealous. You don't understand what it's like to have everything you enjoy taken away from you by the people who would supposedly be the only ones there for you.

Short morbid post is short and morbid

2011-12-21T11:46:00.000-08:00

The fog is terrible. Now, I know I'm living in Silent Hill. I'm living in a nightmare.

This is my humidifier. At night, I can't breathe and my weak lungs stiffen up or something. Without it, I probably would have died in my sleep. Not that it would matter, really.

rope. huh.

I'm going home in four years even if it kills me, part 2.

2011-12-21T11:38:00.000-08:00

I re-did my course list for the next four years, including my summer classes so I can finish this bullshit program earlier than should be. 120 credits. Minimum GPA of 4.50. Fuck.

I want to go home.

Proudly Lasallian, Satchel Edition

2011-12-13T09:42:00.001-08:00

TURN YOUR DINKY OLD LA SALLE BAG INTO A DINKY OLD SATCHEL

SO -all you people who took the entrance exam to La Salle in 2010, remember that really ugly tote-shoulder-sling bag thing I don't even know, thing they gave us? Well, I wanted to use it but it just felt so inconvenient to use since it's 1.) Too long (I knotted it, but it made it look really ugly) and 2.) It's open and sticky fingers could reach in/everything could fall out if I leave it on the floor. Basically, I can't put anything important in it and it doesn't look nice. So, I decided to get crafty and use the leftover cloth I had from other things I'd altered.

STEP 1: Fold the bag so the rim reaches right above the "Proudly La Sallian".
STEP 2: Cut four rectangles from the cloth (I made mine as big as an Ipod 4th gen, plus 1.5cm allowance).