Heart Attacks

Watching Gargoyles. I hope they put the second season out on DVD. I like this show. When I was little, it was a little dark, but it’s cool.

So, I had another missed-my-classes-during-the-first-week-of-the-semester dream. Stink. I don’t like those dreams. Although, this one was better because it turned out my clock was wrong, so I hadn’t missed class. And then it turned out that it was Tuesday, not Monday, so I didn’t actually have class until four that afternoon. So it wasn’t so bad. Did I mention my dream the other night where I was sword fighting but I kept loosing because I was short? That was amusing. I got so fed up I started crying until the Jesus character from the allegorical book I’m reading gave me leg and arm extensions so that I could fight. It was funny. ;-)

Deep contented (and exhausted) sigh. 17 pages. In one morning. Lately, my quota for each day has been no more than 15 pages accept for yesterday which had a record 25 pages. I’m talking about my book, by the way. I haven’t measured in awhile, but my average is generally 5 pages an hour. We’re talking notebook pages, handwritten. I finally got to the part I’ve been wanting to get to for years! Yay for climatic parts! I got so worked up about it that I actually felt as nervous as the main character, sort of cold and nauseas, heart pounding. It was awesome. Although I’ve decided that I probably shouldn’t continue my writing career into my old age or I might die of a heart attack at the climatic point. I’m still not done with this climax by the way. And I’ve got two more climaxes to go, and then I’m done with the book!! Oh excitement! Oh pure joy! Anyway, I should probably go clean the kitchen. Poor Mom is stressed about the homeschool round-up next weekend. If you think of it, pray for her! Oh, and I finished Quest for the King this morning, so now I can start reading the last in the Archives of Anthropos book The Dark Lord’s Demise, which I haven’t read yet. Right, kitchen time. Woohoo. And then back to epic novel writing. :-D Until next time, may you not die of a heart attack while reading my book.

Friends

So it turns out that my foot was actually hurt a lot worse than I thought. I had been walking around on it like normal just wearing a brace when it started to hurt after a week. I looked down and noticed that my entire foot was somewhat green. Yeah, a pretty bad bruise. So I've been keeping off it for the most part. Which sort of stinks because I just figured out two new songs on the piano and I have to keep playing them in order to remember them, but I can't use the pedal with right foot.

I got to see a lot of friends this past week. First of all, I got to hang out with Sarah (who I don't see very much because of school even though we live in the same city). That was loads of fun 'cause I hadn't seen her since I first got back from school. We hung out at Barnes and Noble for awhile and then she came and watched Hide and Seek which wasn't too R-ey even though it was rated R (I mean it was violent, but there wasn't a whole lot of cussing or other objectionable material) and was pretty good as far as suspense horror goes. But it was really fun to watch it with Sarah (I'd already seen it). Then on Thursday, my sister, her fiancee, and I went to the Quarry and hung out with my two cousins Tiff and Liz (who actually live in my city now, but also whom I hadn't seen in forever) and one of my really old friends, Amanda. I mean, she's not that old, just a couple years older than me, but we've been friends for a long time. I hadn't seen her in forever either, so that was a lot of fun. I hadn't realized how much I missed their kind of silly and crazy. It was very refreshing. Then on Friday, Holly from the Valley called because she and her mom had to take an emergency trip to our city and asked if they could stay at our house. They got here after supper, and so Holly got to come with us on our traditional something-came-out-at-midnight trip to Wal-Mart and Krispy Kreme to get the newest Harry Potter book. Then Holly and I talked for a really long time, and it was a really good talk, too. I told her some stuff that I hope will help when she goes to college, and she gave me some really good advice. Oh, and I did get to see my other friend from here, Shayla the week before last. That was fun. We went to the mall and did girly my-sister’s-getting-married stuff. My friend Audrey will hopefully be visiting in August, so that would be awesome. Lina won’t get to visit this summer, so that’s not fun, but at least I’ll get to see her in the fall.

So, I guess this has been a pretty nice summer. And I’m almost done with the Archives of Anthropos. I’m about a third of the way done with Quest for the King. And then on to the last book, which I haven’t read before. After that, I’ve got some good Vesper Holly books to read (love those exploding sausages!). Also, I’m getting along nicely with the book I’m writing. Having to stay off one’s feet does have an upside. :-) Anyway, off for now!

Voice of Aslan and other tidbits

A few bits of news. Not really. For one thing, I've heard it rumored that Liam Neeson will be the voice of Aslan in the new The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe movie. It hasn't been confirmed yet, so who knows. I suppose it's as good a choice as any if it's true. I still think James Earl Jones would have been a good choice if he wasn't already Mufasa. ;-) Check out this link if you want to read the rumor: The Voice of Aslan at last?
In other news, my foot still hurts. It seems to have gotten worse as time went on. That stinks. To high heaven.
In other, other news, I finally just skipped two months of my story so I could get to the interesting stuff again. I wrote something along the lines of: "And then there were a bunch of battles, it was the same old, same old, again, and two months passed." I figure, if I'm tired of battles, the reader must be almost as tired of them. So I decided to make it as brief as possible. I really like the character I just introduced. He's different than the other characters. He almost seems to have more--er, more--what's the word? Nobility? Moral character? Charm? He he. He's cool. But I had to kill someone off again. I hadn't killed anyone for, it must have been more than 20 chapters. It's terribly sad though. :::sigh::: They die so young.
I suppose that's all. I'm looking forward going back to school and seeing friends. I'm not looking forward to homework, and I'm dreading Saga food. Dear me, dear me--just the thought of it makes me sick.
Oh, and comment on what you think about Liam Neeson for the voice of Aslan! Other people who supposedly auditioned for the part were Jason Isaacs, Timothy Dalton, Sean Bean, Gerard Butler, Ian McKellen, and Ralph Fiennes. The original Aslan was Brian Cox. All of these actors have been villains at one time or another: (don't read if you don't want spoilers; some villains aren't revealed til the end) Brian Cox--Bourne Identity (or Supremacy --can't remember which); Jason Isaacs--Harry Potter; Timothy Dalton--The Rocketeer; Sean Bean--James Bond, National Treasure, and Lord of the Rings doesn't count; Gerard Butler--The Phantom of the Opera; Ian McKellen--X-Men; Ralph Fiennes--Harry Potter; Liam Neeson--Batman Begins; and even James Earl Jones was Darth Vader. Anyway, that was longer than it needed to be. Until later!

Creative Geniusy

I don't really have much to say, but here it is anyway. Ooo, I ryhmed. I'm reading a good book right now called Gaal the Conquerer. I like it. You should read it (and ignore the blatant typos and slightly confusing writing--it's not as bad as The Sword of Shannara, I promise :::wink wink::::). Oh oh, I'm excited because I wrote a song the other night, which hasn't happened in awhile. And it's a happy song, which also hasn't happened in awhile (my last two songs were about hopelessly trying to make someone proud and trying to get away from a manipulative control freak--sheesh, what's going on in my mind? ;-) ). And I figured it out on the piano, and it's a love song which has nothing to do with anybody I know; it's just a fun song. Ah, the wonderful flow of creative genius. I've been debating creating a seperate blog for writing stuff, but that would pretty much serve no purpose since I don't post things I write because I'm paranoid about my work. :::wink wink::: Anyway, I gotta go make a phone call before we go to the library. Until then!

Anne the Creatvie Genius

P.S. Plus I figured out how to add titles to my entries. And blogger is so much cooler than xanga 'cause you can edit the html. Yay blogger!

Well, today, I was walking along the edge of the pool and stepped off, not remembering how far down it was, apparently. I landed pretty bad on my ankle, and wow did it hurt. I've got a brace on it now, and so it hurts less than sprained ankles normally do. It was an interesting experience. Then we went and saw Batman Begins. I really like it. It was definately a good movie. So, Carolyn, I guess I won't boycott you for saying it was better than Spiderman. :-D I don't know that I would compare it to Spiderman. They were very different. This Batman was definately better than the other Batman movies. It was very interesting. I couldn't figure out which decade it was supposed to take place in. In case I haven't used asteriscs on this site before, comments between asterics generally mean "don't read comment between asterics unless you have seen or read the movie or story in question." That said, *I had forgotten about the Scarecrow! Sheesh, creepy badguy. He killed Batgirl one time. I never got to see the end of the episode, so I never found out how she came back to life. Oh well.* Anyway, enough random entires. Oh wait, not done being random yet. So, last night I dreamed that I was back at school and (I always have these dreams before every semester) I missed my first Digital Writing class 'cause it was at 4pm on Tuesday, which is random. And I didn't have any time to eat supper. And I had a test the second class period in one class. And then, there were pirates or something. And aliens, or something. And then something. Anyway, it was another weird dream. Those dreams . . . . Okay, now I'm done being random. :-)

This update in the boring, yet interesting (depending on who you are) life of Annie was brought to you by--well, Annie
Until next time, "The weed of crime bears bitter fruit--Crime does not pay. The Shadow knows. Muahahahahahaha"

So, other people have already posted about Six Flags, but I am going to do it myself now. So, Friday, my sister Karen and I drove up to Longview—long drive. Jodie and I ate supper at Applebee’s—yummy! Then we got up at 6:30 Saturday morning—much too early for a Saturday morning. We stopped to get gas which wound up taking around half an hour because I got witnessed to by the gas attendent. That was interesting. I think he was Muslim, but I’m not sure. I couldn’t understand him very well because English was his second language. I’d never really been in that position before. As I said, it was interesting. So then we got to Dallas (without getting lost, huzzah to me) and saw Carolyn and Amanda in Carolyn’s foyer. I was going out to get my contacts when I heard a “psst” from above him. I didn’t know who would be “psst”ing since I didn’t think anyone was in the house, so I ignored it at first. Finally, I looked up and saw—da da na da!—Shawna no-last-name!! (security reasons, you know) I said, “HI!” then a confused look crossed my face and I said, “You’re not supposed to be here.” So Shawna got to come! It was awesome.

So, I was adventurous at Six Flags. I rode Batman—my first upside and dangly feet rollar coaster!! Wowee!! Then I rode Superman, which was like the Fiesta Texas Scream, which shoots you strait up and down. That one was fun. Oh yeah. We also rode the water ride and the little rollar coasters and the bobsled and Sponge Bob (the brain-cell killer). And Amanda and I rode the swings and the log ride while the others were on the Titan, which we refused to go on. We also got to ride the carosal. It was so much fun.

Ah! They just blew up the president on the TV show I’m watching! That’s not good.

So, we went swimming that night at Carolyn’s after eating fondue (hey Strongbad, I brought back your fondue pot). The next morning, Jodie and I drove back to Longview. There was a stupid bird walking across the road and it wouldn’t fly away. There was a car next to me and a car behind me, so I couldn’t really move (come on, we were in Dallas!). I kept remembering Driver’s Ed: “Never swerve for the birds.” So yeah, I ran over a bird. And then, we were trying to get on the highway. There was a semi right next to us, so I sped up to get around it, and guess what? the semi sped up too. How stupid can you be. So my lane ended, the semi’s coming into us, and it was a little freaky. So I honked (yay!) and let him go by. Stupid semis. I got to eat lunch with Lina, which was fun. I got the recording of us singing “Scarborough Faire” yay! The drive back was interesting—Karen and I were both hyper, plus, I was tired. It was fun.

Okay, that’s a long enough post for now. :-)

Annie/Sam

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THE SPURS WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

YES!!!!!!!!! Ha ha ha!! 81 to 74. Oh yes, go Spurs. :-D

The Spurs are winning! Yay! They'd better win, let me tell you! GO SPURS GO! :-D So, today, I suddenly realized that I can go to Six Flags day afterall--the only problem is that I can't get through to Carolyn 'cause she's working as a camp counselor this week. I don't want to just show up on their doorstep tomorrow and say, "Hey, can I stay here tonight?" That would be wrong. Plus, I wouldn't be able to find their doorstep since I can't get a hold of her for directions. :::sigh::: The things we go through for friends.

So, a couple nights ago, I dreamed that I was at this ganster place. I went to find Karen and Harry for a quick get-away, so I left the car running. I forgot that we were in a ganster place, and it took longer than I thought to find them, so somebody stole our car!!! I distinctly recall falling to my knees, throwing my hands to the sky and crying, "WEEEEENDY!!!!" And then, I was somebody from another country who came to America and got captured in this fortress or something, and the evil twin girls from X-files were there trying to kill us, and I was Scully trying to stop them. It was weird. That dream was a mix of 24, X-files, and my brother's video game. Last night, I dreamed again that somebody stole my car, this time with me inside! This creepy little man got into the car, and I said, "What the heck are you doing?" and he said, "Getting into your car." And I said, "Get into your own car!" in a very derisive voice. Ha ha, you tell those car-jackers . . .

On another note, I've gotten farther than ever in my written story! Did I already say that? But now I'm at a dilema. As I told my siblings, "Never write a story where the evil villain is a brilliant strategist unless you are one yourself." Darn that villain, why'd he have to be so bright? It took me forever to come up with a strategy for the bad guys to attack the good guys, and it's so good, that now I'm having trouble figuring out how the good guys will actually win. :::sigh::: The price we pay for epic novels.

Rock on Spurs!! YAY!!!

So this time, the reason I haven't updated in forever is because I've been lazy. But it's nice to be lazy. Thanks to everybody who commented! I appreciate it a lot. And you don't have to comment every time you read; I was being whiney, sorry about that. Ah! The episode of 24 ended! A cliffhanger. Anyway, I've been having a good summer. No stinkin' job yet. Which probably means ever. Oh well. I'm working on the rest of that epic novel, ;-). I've gotten farther than ever before! I just introduced a character who has been around since the beginning (nearly five years ago), but has never been introduced in the written drafts. Yay! I'd better go because I have an appointment in the morning. So, I'll tell you about my freaky x-files dream later. He he.

Alright, I confess! I can’t take it anymore! ;-) So, the reason I haven’t updated in forever is not because I haven’t wanted to update in forever—I even thought out a lengthy post about my cool birthday—it’s because I got mad that nobody ever comments on my blog. I’m sorry. It’s just that, when I see no comments on my blog and bagillions on other people’s blogs, I wonder if anybody actually reads my blog. Which they may not. But if you read my blog and have time, just drop a note to let me know you read it. You don’t even have to say anything relevant to the post; just let me know how you’re doing. Now that that’s taken care of, onto the reason I have broken my long vow of silence:

I GOT REJECTED!!!

I’m so excited! My first rejection slip was waiting for me (in my specially labeled self-addressed-stamped-envelope) when I got home from college! Apparently it had been waiting for me since sometime in April (the date was smudged out). Anyway, it was so exciting! You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for my first rejection, how many times I’ve wondered which of my stories would hold the honored position of first rejected, how many years I’ve been waiting for this moment! Okay, before you think I’m totally insane, most authors (in fact, no author that I’ve heard off) aren’t accepted on their first try, so I was expecting to be rejected. The excitement comes from the fact that I actually sent something off, I’ve been acknowledged by a publisher, and I got a letter addressed to “author.” I’m an author! Of course, it was definitely a form letter—“Dear author, from the editors,” but it was still a letter. Yay! So, June 9th marked a momentous occasion in the life and career of Anne M. BEEP. What was that? Oh right, no last names for security sake :::wink wink double grin:::.

Of course, with the rejection does come a little bit of insecurity, which I was feeling before I got the letter, namely: Is my story really publisher ready? I hope so. If I have to read it again, I think I’ll puke. Oh oh, and along story lines! I’m on Chapter 48 of Book 2 (they’re short chapters). I’m almost to Part 3! Yay! exciting!

So, I’ve been enjoying my time at home. I’ve been swimming twice, I cleaned two shelves and a drawer, I ate cookie dough ice cream!! (here’s to the CD club and the good ol’ days of summer! :::miss you, Leo::::), watched my third R movie (it was a pretty cool movie, but it was rated R pretty much only for the swearing which really got to me, so I think I’ll stick to my general no R policy—I mean really, people good think of better ways to express themselves than cussing all the time—I do ;-) ), I’ve written a little, read a little, and we started this summer’s marathon of Veinticuatro (24). Yay! And hopefully I’ll get a job soon. ::::singing:::: “I guess you’ll say, what can make me feel this way? Money, money, money, talkin’ ‘bout money.” :::stops singing:::: “It’s money, not Ares! Sorry Ares, but when it comes right down to it, I just love money more than you . . . ” Some people and their boyfriends . . . ;-) Annnnyway, what was I saying?

Oh yeah, I’m 20!!! Weird, huh? I got the entire set of the Archives of Anthropos for my birthday! I’m reading the Tower of Geburah right now. It’s not the same as I remember it (definitely written for children), but I still like it. I love the blue light, plus I haven’t read the last book yet. And anyway, now I have the set for if I ever have kids (I’ve been writing my story too much, I nearly wrote my language’s word for kid instead of English . . . sheesh). I also got Eragon (I’ve been wondering about it forever—I’m sure I can write that well :::wink wink::: and Earthsea. (By the bye, those were from Mom and Dad, the B------s no last names for security sake [Lina’s family], and Lina respectively.) Harry gave me the first season of Gargoyles on DVD! For once, a cartoon was better than I remembered it! (I know, needless italic, but I felt like emphasizing.) That was really fun. I enjoyed it during my long, lonely hours at school . . . . And I wasn’t scared because I had Darth Vader to protect me! Karen gave me a stuffed Darth Vader who breaths and says, “You don’t know the power of the dark side!” Although, that is creepy to hear in your sleep . . . (accidentally squeezed him). (Another needless italic, but I just wanted you to understand my emphasis.)

Well, now I think I’ll either read the rest of The Tower of Geburah or write the awesome duel scene from my epic novel number two part three!! Da da da da! (oh oh, here’s for Shawna: da na na na na!! It’s coming from your house! Da na na NA na!)

Goodbye my imaginary and adoring public! Until you read again!

Anne M. No Last Names for Security Reasons

P.S. Why are my posts always so long?

So I'm sitting at work and going crazy because it's Friday and I still have half an hour of work plus four and a half hours of class!! :::bangs head on desk:::: Oh well, at least I got the computer today. I need to ask about getting it so I can sign on under my name instead of borrowing somebody else's. Ooo, sounds like a book: Borrowing Someone Else's Name. Da da da! The main character, Tommy Shepherd, discovers that he isn't who he thought he was! In addition, his new identity is wanted for first class murder! Or murder in the First Class. That sounds like another book! Tommy Shepherd was riding along on the train, relishing his gift of First Class train tickets. Suddenly, the lights go out! the train car screeches! there is a hideous scream! Oh the tragedy of it all!! There was a murder! Tommy Shepherd gets the blame! Just before his conviction--oh, another book! Just Before Conviction--Tommy Shepherd is wrongfully blamed for the Murder in the First Class. Just before his conviction, a mystrious female lawyer/love interest busts Tommy out of prison! She wasn't really his lawyer, she's a bounty hunter, hired by the murdered victom's family (who believe Tommy Shepherd is innocent) to find their son's murderer (or was the victom a girl? I forget). In order to find out what really happened, the mysterious lawyer/bounty hunter/love interest needs Tommy's help! Back to Borrowing Someone Else's Identity--or was it Name?--whichever. Tommy has to assume a new identity in order to escape the FBE--I mean FBI, I'm not really trying to rename a government agency

15 MINUTES TO FREEDOM! I mean 15 MINUTES TO SUPPER and 5 HOURS AND 45 MINUTES TO FREEDOM!

And then it turns out that Tommy Shepherd's new identity was his real identity--he only thought he was Tommy Shepherd! And as it turns out, his new identity, Max Cable, is actually a serial killer who really did murder the murdered victom! Jana Suewellen (the laywer/ bounty hunter/ lover interest) is forced to work against her passionate love for Tommy Shepherd and has to arrest Max Cable to turn over to the murdered victim's family vengeful wrath!! Oh the HORROR!! In a fit of frenzied rage, Max KILLS Jana Suwellen! When he discovers what he has done, Tommy commits suicide and Max takes over his brain going on a vicious rampage where he murders seventy-two innocent victims before being brought to justice.

He he he, that was really fun. And random, I guess. Nobody can steal my wonderful plot idea or cool beyond cool names! They're MINE I tell you!! :-) Maybe I should go before I frighten my adoring public to death. He he.

10 MINUTES!!!
Happy Friday!

Annie the Crazed from Working Nearly 8 Hours on the Switchboard and Having 4 and 1/2 Hours of Class to Look Forward to Tonight

Ah, why do summer and stars go together so well? Stars are awesomeness. This astronomy class makes me think of something like a museam exhibit I once went to, but I can't quite recall what it is. The closest thing I can think of is the ET ride at Universal Studios. That was a fun ride--yeah, that's probably it. I have a picture of the aurora for my computer background and it was fun to wake up in the middle of the night, look down from my bunk and see the aurora in my room. :-) And then I look up and bump my head on the "It's snowing!" sign taped to the roof above my bed. Old inside joke--my sister had fun at the computer lab the other night. I walked into my room and saw a sign, "He's coming . . ." taped the closet when I opened the door. All around the room are pictures of Darth Vader taped everywhere but the walls (since we aren't allowed to put anything on the walls :::dirty look:::).

Speaking of Darth Vader, my sister and I had a sister date at Burger King on Sunday and they had Star Wars toys! I felt like 12 again! My sister and I both "Jedi sized" or whatever our value meals so that we each got two Star Wars toys. Ah, it was like the summers of old . . . So Star Wars came out today and we might go see it this weekend. Let me tell you, it had better be better than the last two "Star Wars" (note the quote marks) movies. Anyhoozers . . .

So, only ten days left of being a teenager! AHHHHH! Weirdness . . . I can't believe I'm almost two decades old. I saw a commercial for the tenth anniversary of Pocahantas--boy do I feel old! Sheesh, I remember like three movies before Pocahantas! Well, I should probably get ready for work--Oh oh!! I wrote 11 pages yesterday!! Yay! I'm back in writing mode! The only problem is that it took 3 hours to write 11 pages when normally I can do approximately 5 an hour. But, I was answering the phone at the same time, so we'll be lenient. I just got to the part I've been trying to get to forever when the main character first really meets his arch-nemises! I'm almost to the part where the have their first battle! Oh, it's so exciting! I haven't gotten to this part since Draft 4! Which was like 3 years ago. Oh right, work. Anyway, so maybe I'll get more work done today at work! Although, I do have homework, which is the stinky kind of work. Right, I'm leaving now. Tomorrow's Friday!!

Sam/Annie or Annie/Sam or whatever order you prefer or TC/Luke/Luther/Vortex/Kitty/Captain Janeway/Samwise Gamgee/RED/any other of the numerous knicknames I have accumilated over the years--and not one of them at college, now that's messed up . . .

Well, I've survived one week of work (plus a day) and nearly a week of class. All I can say is, this is good for a couple weeks, but I'll be glad when work is over. Working for four to five hours and then running to class for four and a half hours can get exhausting. It might not be so bad if class wasn't from 6 to 10:30pm. Thankfully, class is only Mon-Wed-Fri, and it's a fun class! Yay for astronomy! Numerous story ideas jump out of the text at every moment! :-D Plus looking at the craters on the moon is fun, too. But, I do have a test tomorrow that I probably ought to study for. Darn studying, it stinks. As my astronomy lab partner said, studying is like homework without a definate end. It's terrible!

Speaking of stories (as that's a more pleasant topic than class), I'm getting back into writing phase now that the major semester is over. I have a feeling some major rewriting is necessary for--what am I on?--Part 4, but as it's the first time I've written this part, I don't so much mind. :-) I got a book on Plot and Structure at Books a Million last Saturday. I always freak out and think Book 1 (of my series) must be soooo boring and it doesn't have a plot really, and it doesn't really get into the plot until Chapter 7. I always forget that aliens trying to conquer the world (sounds silly, doesn't it?) isn't actually the plot line, even though it started out that way. The plot is an orphan young man starting college tries to find his self-identity (and fails miserably, by the way--oo, this is fun!). And then in astronomy class last night, the teacher mentioned something that made me think of my villain and suddenly she got a lot cooler and more evil and I started to think the whole end of Book 2 again. My series is really like one big book in a bunch of volumes. Each book ends with this, "Oh there was a battle that began at the beginning of the book, but we finally won!! But then the world blew up and we have to start over" kind of feeling. Each book ends with the beginning of another problem. It's really fun!

Anyway, I should probably ready for work. "How may I direct your call?" I got a call for someone from the brother floor the other day. It was funny. But we aren't allowed to give out student's information. Have wonderful weeks everybody!!

Sam G.

I don't have time to say much now except "The Internet is back!! Yay!!!" So I can finally post the posts that I wrote Sunday and Monday. I to leave for work in about ten minutes. I'm working all day today and then I have class tonight. Oh joy. Pray for me not to go crazy!

Monday morning: Well, I started that entry Sunday morning when I took a quick break from packing, but by the time I was done moving out and everything, I was too tired to finish. I spent all day packing, cleaning, and moving. It made it worse that I was already sore from moving everybody else’s stuff on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I ate Burger King for supper, which was yummy, and didn’t get to bed until really late. In a little over an hour, I have to leave for work—my first job! (not counting five days at the dog groomer’s and Peer Advising) Weeeeird.

Speaking of weird, right now, I am installed in Quad 4, and it just seems weird. Everything is so familiar that I keep expecting to see Quad 2 people. Now I’ll tell you what’s unfair—the Quad has BIG closets (I can hang up my dresses and the whole thing can hang out, as opposed to being bunched on the floor; as short as I am, if my dresses get bunched on the floor, there’s something wrong), you can move the furniture, the Quad has nice desks with three drawers, and the Quad has bookshelves. So the room is smaller, but it seems like there is more space. I agree with Jennie—if I ever get rich and win the lottery or something, I’m going to get ELH moveable furniture and bigger closets.

Oh, and since the phone lines in this room aren’t working and I’m totally cut off from the world, it might be awhile before I post this. Well, I’m off to find something to do before I make myself a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. :-)
Annie/Sam

Well, everybody’s gone except those of us who are here for the summer, :-( and I decided to take a break from packing. I have had such an awesome beyond awesome week! I hardly remember finals, so much fun stuff has happened since then, albeit it involved a lot of watching people leave.

Monday night we had Amanda’s surprise going away party. That was so much fun! We ate The Dip, cake, and played Three on a Couch (which was so cool ‘cause we started out the year playing Three on a Couch at our first Brother/Sister floor party!). Then Carolyn gave Amanda Victoria and Albert, so we watched the first half that night.

The next day, I didn’t really study for finals because I didn’t want to. So Amanda and I watched the second half of Victoria and Albert. Wednesday evening, Jennie, R-Duck, and I went to get a storage unit. It would be one of our last suppers in Saga, and I wanted to eat it with people because—despite the occasional need for introvert-recharge time—I’m a social person who needs people. I asked Shawna (actually, I said, “Your mission, should you choose to accept it”) if she would keep people at dinner until Jennie, R-Duck, and I got back. Well, we wound up not getting back until around 6:15. I was so disappointed, but when I got to Saga, Christy was just getting there, and Shawna was still there will Kurt and Jen! I was so happy. It was fun. Thank you, Shawna for keeping people around and thanks people for staying! :-D I have wonderful friends!

Wednesday night, we (being a bunch of girls from the floor) watched The Phantom of the Opera. Oh, that is an awesome movie. Thursday, I didn’t have any finals!! Kermit the Frog yay! ::::waves arms around like a puppet while yelling, “Yay!!”::::: Thursday evening, lots of people were at supper for Saga’s (thankfully!) last meal. I got a bunch of people to sign my Autograph book. Then we had the funeral procession to carry Christy and Alisha’s micro-fridge to G2. That was funny. And then we went bowling! Bowling was so much fun! I took 45 pictures! And I bowled a 57 the second time. :::slaps face::: I’m out of practice. :-) Then we went to IHOP even though nobody really wanted IHOP, but we couldn’t think of where else to go, and I wanted to hang out more. I drew my second favorite IHOP picture!

Friday, we moved a bunch of stuff. I got so sore. We went to Whataburger for lunch. Shawna, Carolyn, and I rode in the back of Zoot’s pick-up. That was fun! Then we moved a bunch more stuff. I wound up sleeping for around 15 minutes on the floor of the hallway before dinner. Then I had to borrow Shawna and Rebecca’s shower because there was a fridge in mine. He he. Friday night, we watched Titan, A.E. in the brother floor lounge. I hadn’t seen that movie in forever. It was fun.
Yesterday (Saturday), I had planned to pack, but I wound up sleeping in. Then Carolyn, Jodie, and I went to get suite rings before we went to Amanda’s brother’s graduation picnic party. While there, we took suite and roommate (past, present, and future ;-) ) pictures. Then Jodie and I went to Wal-Mart and got REAL FOOD! I was so excited! Last night, Karen and I made The Dip (mostly Karen) and ate with our friends. Then Shawna, Rebecca, Jodie, a bunch of the guys, and I went to Chic-Fil-A. It was really fun. After that, I packed for a little (not much), and then helped Shawna and the guys move Shawna’s stuff to her car. After that, we decided to watch Napoleon Dynamite. Karen was right—it’s funnier the second time. It started out as Shawna, Bushey, Paul, and Zoot. Shawna and I were the only ones who had seen it. It was great! Zoot kept periodically checking Paul to make sure he was still alive. :-D Mike, Kurt, and Jennie came in (and probably some other people I don’t remember at this time). We watched some of the special features, and then got kicked out of the lounge when security came by—that means it was 2am by then. I hadn’t stayed up that late in a long time. We stood outside talking for awhile. Somebody found a can of grease and gave it to Shawna. She asked what she was supposed to do with it. I suggested lighting it on fire and watching it explode to which Paul responded, “Where do you learn all of this stuff?” Mike and one or two of the other guys went dumpster diving and came back with some ties. It was really fun. Eventually, we had to go to bed.

Ha ha, yes! I got punctuation and grammer right! I know I need work on vocabulary (but really, half the words I'd never even heard before) and spelling isn't my strong point (but how do you learn what's right when everybody spells it wrong?)

It's a good thing it didn't ask about the parts of speech--I was explaining Apples to Apples to someone last night. I picked up the green card and said, "these cards have--what do you call these words?"
"Adjectives," the other players supplied.
"Oh right," I said. "I'm an English major," and gave a sheepish grin.

Your English Skills:

Grammar: 100%

Punctuation: 100%

Spelling: 60%

Vocabulary: 60%

Does Your English Cut the Mustard?

Yesterday was an excellent last day of class. I still had to get up at seven and go to two classes, but I didn't go to chapel or to sleep or study during the chapel time. It was nice. For Spanish, we went to the little tex-mex place and got pastries. Then I ate lunch (which was terrible as usual--in fact, I think I just had mashed potatoes) and discovered that I didn't have to go to CS-I because I'd already done all the projects! Yay! So after Bible (during which I drew cartoon people that spoke in Spanish), I played the piano for two hours. Ah, that felt good, even though the piano was slightly out of tune and I couldn't sing because of this darn film on the back of my throat. I came back and people were watching Finding Neverland in my room. I watched the rest with them (just enough to make me tear up). And then we walked to supper in the rain. Ah, that was fun. Then I found out that the brothers were going to see Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy at 9:10. So, before the movie, Carolyn, Amanda, Jodie, Valerie, and I (it was like the veteran ELH-3ers!) went to the mall and got stuff. Well, I didn't really which was probably good. Then we discovered that we had to be back in fifteen minutes in order to leave for the movie at the prearranged time of 8:40. Carolyn and I (after dropping the others off) pulled into the brother floor parking lot exactly at 8:40! Yes! So we went to the movie. What can I say about that movie? It was pretty dang crazy. I laughed my head off at many parts. It was like an 80s movie with better effects! I loved it! It was definately worth 4 bucks! So I had mountains of relaxing fun to celebrate the last day of classes, and still went to bed before 1am! Craziness. We're going to the park in a little less than an hour, and I'm trying to procrastinate until then, even though I should be studying. So, I guess I'll study for stinking finals. Happy end of the semester!!!

You're Jane Eyre of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte!


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So, I really don't want to do homework right now. I have a bit to do, I guess. But I don't want to. So, I thought, writing a post is probably the way to procrastinate feeling the least guilty 'cause maybe it'll get my writing juices flowing so that I can write my Brit Lit journals. Bleh.

On to profoundness! (that is in the title of this blog, afterall) I can't believe that in just a little over a week, I'll be halfway through with college. AHHHHHH!! By next (not this) Thursday, I'll be a Junior! Weirdness. Two weeks from yesterday, I'll be starting my first clock-in job (aside from five days at the dog groomers which didn't have set hours). I guess this job won't last much longer than the dog groomers, but it'll be more like a real job. Oh dear, I'm going to go crazy. This has been a great year. I know I had something profound to say, but nothing comes to mind. Today was my last PA meeting. It was nice. I'm gonna miss the other PA's. This Saturday my floor and our brother floor are going to the park. Yay! It will be fun. I've been looking forward to it all semester. I guess I should go be productive now. No wonder hardly anyone reads my blogs--all I say is "I can't think of what I had meant to say." Oh! I dreamed in Spanish again last night. This time, we weren't speaking Spanish, I was actually trying to remember how to construct logical sentences. That's what I get for doing homework right before bed . . . Here's a little something for your fun. If you think of things to add, let me know. (by the bye, I know this doesn't apply to everyone, it's just stuff that I've found happened to me)

Things That Happen To You When You Attend College:

1. You stop refering to individual days; every day is either Mon-Wed-Fri, Tue-Thur, or the weekend, i.e.: "Is today a Mon-Wed-Fri or a Tue-Thur?" or "Thank goodness! today's the weekend."
2. Going to bed early is anytime before midnight
3. En route to McDonald's, you hear yourself say, "Finally! We get real food tonight."
4. A fun Friday night is going to Wal-Mart
5. Going to bed late is anytime after 4am
6. Starting a project early is two days before it's due
7. A lot of money is $5
8. You generally go to bed around midnight to 2am, but occasionally go to bed as early as 9 or even 7pm
9. Starting a project late is after midnight the night before it's due
10. You know how to buy everything at the cheapest possible price for the best bargain
11. And finally, you spend your free time--what's that again?
    
    Sammie G.

Well, I was feeling very good about everything last week. I got ahead in my reading and Bible journals and got a history worksheet done nearly a week before it was due--I was doing pretty good. Then I went on the PA retreat (which was really fun by the bye) and came back. Now I'm remebering everything I have to do. I have to finish two sets of journals (one is thankfully near completion), redo my paper on which it was pretty much stated that I didn't need research and after I wrote it I was told I didn't have enough research, do the Spanish extra credit (which I need), and do all the computer stuff I have to. On top of that, we have a quiz today in Computer Science over a chapter I read a couple of weeks ago and so don't remember specifics so I'll probably flunk, and I got an e-mail today from one of the English teachers sayings, "It's time for you to complete one of your assignments as an English major. You have to complete a one-hour timed writing assignment where I'll give you a poem and you have to critically write about it. This is to measure your progress from your Sophmore to Senior years. It's nothing to stress about; just let me know what time this week would be good." (or something to that effect) What the heck? NO time this week will be the good; it's the dosh gone last week of classes before finals, do they think I have oodles of free time? And I was never told about this assignment, so I don't think they have any right to spring it on me like this. Plus, I'm switching majors as soon as the new one is available, so I don't want to do this assignment if it will become obsolete when I change. ARGH! This campus really needs to work on communication. Needless to say (I hope), I didn't reply to the e-mail right away. I'm waiting until I calm down. :) Well, teacher's here, class will start. Bye!

So, sitting in compi-sci, waiting for it to start. I'm so very tired. But after this class, I have to go to financial aide, and then at 5:45 there's the IMPACT thingy which I need to shower and eat before and after IMPACT is Film Fest. Plus I was gonna go see if I could find my Shawna. So I don't think I'll get a nap today. And I have to get up to leave for the PA retreat tomorrow. Dang that bell . . .

So yesterday was very productive for me. I read more than three days worth of Bible, wrote three Bible journals, finished my Spanish workbook and lab manual, studied for my Spanish test, and did my history worksheet--all after lunch! So I decided I wanted to do something. Well, last night was a little last minute, so I polled the floor and found out that Thursday would be best for doing something. I’m not very good at instigating, so Shawna did most of the instigating. She asked what could be our reason for going out (if we had a reason, more people might come) and I jokingly mentioned my (fake) birthday that was several weeks ago, and Shawna is awesomely sweet, so I think we’re going to celebrate my birthday!! I’m so happy! Alisha told me happy birthday today and it made my day. I’m excited. I was going to say something else, but I don’t remember what it was.

I think Saga food is making me sick because I’ve been slightly nauseated (especially after meals, hint hint) for more than a week. It makes me sad . . . I hope that Saga food isn’t ruining all of my internal organs with its over-fried, over-buttered, stale-and-week-old general nastiness. I sigh deeply. Oh well. Such is the college life, I suppose. On to more homework (although I got very much ahead, I have a paper due a week from Friday. I got feedback on it and I’m confused. I turned in a very rough draft for feedback and explained that I didn’t have a works cited page yet. I was told I didn’t need a works cited page if I only used the textbook. Well, I had gotten some chronology from elsewhere, but that’s it. Well, today the scribbled teacher-scrawl on my paper said that I didn’t have enough research and that quoting class lectures was a poor substitute for research. What happened to only needing to use the textbook? Good grief! teachers can be annoying sometimes. . . . anyway, so I should work on that). Have a wonderful evening everyone who doesn’t actually read this. Maybe I will see you sometime in the future . . .

Sammie G.

So, yesterday I said that about the only I could think of that could possibly be worse that what had already happened would be to be struck by lightening on a cloudless day. But then I'd go to heaven, and that would be tons better than being here (no matter how good your life is, heaven is always going to be better), so I concluded that it was about as bad as it was going to get. Of course, I was chuckling to myself the whole time I figured this out. I love my personality. I'm so glad God gave it to me. I find it very hard to be upset or sad. I usually wind up laughing at myself, which is an extreme blessing, considering that I'm a writer and consequently blow everything out of proportion and overdramatize it. After dinner last night was pretty good. Although, I was very cautious about eating (due to nausea all day), it was steak night last night, so of course I ate some. Then a bunch of us (sisters and brothers) played Apples to Apples (they love that game; it's awesome! thanks for giving it to me, Karen and Harry). Then Amanda sewed a quilt, and I sat in the lounge partly dosing and the rest of the time interjecting comments into Zoot and Bushey's conversation. When the rest of the people got back from the concert that they went to (which lasted entirely too long), Shawna and I went over to the brother floor lounge to watch the Princess Bride because we wanted to and Jason hadn't seen it before. That was lots of fun. So the end of the day made up for the beginning.

Despite the fact that I had trouble sleeping because I was coughing and that I woke up definately sick and weak (it's really funny), I'm in a much better mood this morning. I'm drinking some yummy chicken soup given to me by my mommy through Karen. I love my family. And I'm going to try to make it to Symphony tonight despite my severely weakend condition (writer). Oh! and I dreamed in Spanish last night! That was fun. I had strange dreams too . . .

Well, I'd better get to work on that paper that is due rather soon. Only two weeks of classes left! Yay! Fare thee well my adoring public!

Sammie G.

P.S. I did write that long-promised post about the Renaissance Faire (and it wasn't too shabby), but blogger shut down and didn't save it. Grrr. Hence the "computer's are evil" post on xanga. SG

A part of me just wants to ignore what happened and not write about it, to just move on and write a treatise on the helpfulness of belt loops or tell the tale of how the Great House Shoe Caper was solved, but I owe Nancy more than that.

Last Thursday, I got an e-mail saying that one of the girls from my Cornerstones group was in the hospital and asking us to pray for her. I prayed all day Thursday whenever I stopped to pray. I prayed Thursday night, and I prayed Friday morning. I guess I didn’t think much about it; I thought she’d be fine.

In chapel Friday morning, the chaplain got up to make an announcement. I thought he was going to ask everyone to pray for Nancy to get better. Instead, he asked everyone to pray for Nancy’s family—Nancy had died early that morning.

When I heard, I just couldn’t stop crying. I cried from chapel ‘til lunch. I thought to myself, “I didn’t know her well enough to warrant being this sad,” but when I thought about it, I realized that I had known her better than I had thought. Out of all the girls in my Cornerstones group who didn’t become either my roommate, floormate, or best friend, Nancy was the one I knew the best. She was the sweetest, most joyful and excited, beautiful girl.

Friday afternoon, everything seemed unreal. I had entered that blissful stage of grieving when everything remains strangely blurred. I wanted to cry Friday night, but I couldn’t. Everything stayed so unreal and so blurred all of Saturday until the sun went down, the lights went out, and it was time for bed. Then it really hit me. Nancy was dead. I’d never see her again. No one would. Not here on earth anyway. I cried myself to sleep. I went with Shawna to church Sunday. I needed a good friend, and I needed someone who hadn’t really known Nancy. Someone to be strong while I cried. I cried all of Sunday until supper.

Today, I went to Nancy’s funeral. It was very good. Her uncle from Honduras spoke in Spanish, which was translated, but I understood enough of the Spanish to understand. It was very meaningful and moving in Spanish. I cried more for the people who missed Nancy than I cried because she was dead.

When things like this happen, people often ask why. I didn’t. I know Nancy’s happier in heaven. I know that she’s finally getting to do what she so longed to do. She’s using her beautiful voice to sing for God’s glory.
Even though I didn’t know Nancy intimately well, she was my friend, and I’m really going to miss her.

I’m glad I went to the funeral because I feel like the time of constant grieving is over. All weekend, even when I was so weary that I couldn’t even remember why I was crying, my body knew I was grieving and kept the tears coming. But now, now it feels like it’s okay not to cry.
I’ve never known someone so close to me and so young that died. I suppose this is the beginning and I should get used to it. It’s not something you can get used to. It’s a strange experience. I miss Nancy and what a wonderful person she was. I miss hearing her gasp and start crying every time I played Lord of the Rings. I miss hearing her get so excited. I’ll even miss the way she asked me in a slightly horrified voice if I really heard voices. But I think what I’ll miss the most is that I’ll never have the chance to go with her to Honduras to help her with her Opera house, like she had invited me to. I miss Nancy, but I’m glad she’s gone. Not that she left, but that she went home. Someday, I hope everyone who reads this will be able to meet Nancy in heaven and hear her sing. I hope to see all of you again one day when we’re praising our Savior forevermore. For all of you who knew Nancy, I’m sorry that we lost her, and I pray God gives you peace. For those of you who didn’t know Nancy, I’m sorry that you didn’t get to know her and the joy she had. I pray that someday you’ll meet someone with such a vibrant spirit who will challenge you to life by the way she lives.

Her name was Nancy, and she was my friend
~~In Memory of Nancy, December 29, 1986-April 8, 2005~~

Well, it got to about 4:50 which is almost time for supper, so I asked nobody in particular, "I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYMORE SCHOOL, DO I HAVE TO???" And then I thought, "I never wrote about the Renaissance Faire." So here I am to post. Today is simply beautiful. Ah, happy contented sigh. The winds blowing the stupid street lamp outside my window. I hope it doesn't come crashing in . . .
Sorry if I sounded depressed in that last long post on Monday. I was actually chuckling as I wrote it, although I am still sad that nobody has remembered my fake birthday. If noone remembers by the end of the week, I'll say something, but I keep hoping someone will remember! Anyway, I've been having a pretty good week. At least, I've been pretty productive. But I can tell that I'm getting stressed because when I went to find a job and the information desk wouldn't give me the information I needed, I nearly burst into tears and had to take the elevator down so nobody would see. But then I came back and listened to my college playlist, and it made me feel better. Now I'm listening to my love songs playlist. It's perfect for this kind of day. :)

I want the publishers to tell me what they think of my book! I know they're gonna reject it--I'd probably reject it. But I really want someone to publish it 'cuase I'm sick and tired of editing it and I need the money. :) I know it wouldn't be much, but it could help with all this college stuff so I wouldn't have to keep getting more loans. Ick. Tuesday, I toyed with the idea of adding another book to the series. I've toyed with that idea before. It seems like it really needs another book, but that would make it a six book series. I'm only one and a half books through and it's taken me four and a half years. Oh joy. I'm still toying with it. :)

Well, I should probably go either eat supper, do homework, or finish the post about the Renaissance Faire. Fair thee well my devoted audience!
Sammie G.

Ha ha, Karen always has these funny little quiz things on her blog, so I thought I'd try (mostly 'cause I'm sick and tired of doing school all day).

You Belong in 1958

1958 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

I was almost afraid this one was going to turn scarey:

Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Hmm, well I'm not sure why stuff didn't show up, but it says "1958" and "Your Brain is 60% female, 40% male"

So I think I now know why everybody posts on their blogs when they're depressed and need to vent. It's because we want somebody to say, "Aw! Poor baby!" or we want to subtly let someone know they did or didn't do something we didn't or did want them to do.

So today, my alarm went off at 7am. After about 30 or more seconds during which I had to think about it to remember what day it was, why my alarm was going off, and if I really needed to get up at all. I finally dragged myself out of bed, got dressed in the freezing cold, and went to breakfast (wearing bracers and cloak). I slept through half of history. He gave us the powerpoint slides, so I didn't have to take notes. Usually what keeps me awake is taking notes, so I gave up and went to sleep. I thought about skipping chapel, but decide to go. I'm glad I did 'cause it was (Mrs.) Dr. Hood speaking. Yay!! Then we had Spanish and the first girl gave her speech on the person I was going to give my speech on, but I already did the research, so people will just have to suffer (mine's better than hers anyway :::wink wink::::). I ate lunch which was good by SAGA standards, and had about five minutes to repack my bag before I had to go print the powerpoint for the next class. Well, as usual, the printer wouldn't print, so I had to try a couple of times. I nearly fell asleep in that class too. I snatched about five minutes of solid sleep before CS-I which was a cool class. All we did was work on our programs and that was awesome fun. ::::kermit the frog yay:::: YAY!! But working on the program took an hour and a half instead of just an hour. So I got back and was able to get a fitful 30 minute nap before the first Themelios meeting which went from 5 to 7. At 7, I went the meeting about the Mexico trip which I can't afford but sounds awesome, and then I had to go print my summer housing application, my summer course registration form, and a scholarship application. I got back to room after going non-stop (except for the 30 minute fitful nap) for 13 hours, and filled out those said applications only to realize that I have a meeting with my advisor tomorrow at two, so probably can't do lunch and Wal-Mart with Christy tomorrow, like we had planned. Then I found out something that makes me sad, but oh well. And I discovered that I might not be able to register for classes until the fall 'cause my stupid financial aide was stupid audited so I won't get awarded until stupid tax returns. Grrr! And to top everything off, nobody remembere that today is my (college) birthday. Sniff. I was sort of hoping people would get an IHOP run together or something, but I guess if I'm gonna celebrate my birthday here with my friends, I'll have to plan it myself. I thought maybe if I mentioned it enough at the beginning of last semester, people might remember, but I guess not. (And that's how I came to my conclusion about people posting depressing stuff on their blogs. Now's the part where you all say, "Aw, poor baby!" and plan an IHOP run for sometime this week--hint hint :-) ) I know people are busy, and I don't blame anybody for not remembering my "fake" birthday. I just really want to celebrate at school where I have a group of friends, 'cause back home, I have, what all of 2 friends not counting immediate family members. Yay, so it's fun to celebrate with them, but it's not the same as a brother/sister floor IHOP (or whatever) run. I actually don't care that much if it's for my birthday or not--I just want an excuse to hang out late at night eating pancakes. :) So, now that I've thoroughly bored and depressed you and explained my theories about humans, it's time to do a little homework before I go to bed. Thursdays, I could never get the hang of Thursdays . . .
Leo-the-Lolipop-Man: Psst, it's Monday.
Me: :::distressed and resigned sigh::: I was quoting . . .
Leo-the-Lolipop-Man: I was teasing.
Me: I think I need to go hug the big bear again. What's his name? Hubert el Oso or something. Deep sigh. And my throats a little sore. Maybe I'll make some (fake) chai. But then I'd have to wash my cup. No I wouldn't, I have two. But I'd have to wash the spoon. Darn. Well, I'll finish my post (which isn't posted and is only in draft form) about the Renaissance Faire later when I'm feeling more happy about sharp point things, long flowly things, and black leather things. Good night my devoted following. Til we meet again!

"Life, don't talk to me about life." ~~ Marvin the Robot (a favorate quote quoted by my friend Lina the elf)

P.S. I don't like professors right now. Don't ask why, I couldnt' say, I'm just taking my frustration out on their race in general.

I guess it's been awhile again. But that's me for you. Oh my goodness, yesterday was so much awesome fun! I went with the Lina's family (no last names for safety reasons :::wink wink:::) Oh, food's here. bye

Oh my goodness yay. It's Wednesday which means tomorrow is Thursday which means it's almost Friday and Friday means SPRING BREAK! Oh I really need it. Ack. And I have a stinkin' test on Friday. I still really don't think it's fair of Dr. Hummel to give us a test at 1:30 Friday when he's not even going to be there. I know, overuse of italics, but I felt like it, that's how "grrr" I am.

On the up side, um . . . I got to the next section in my book. I'm just waiting for the villains to attack already so we can get some interesting stuff in so that I can start Part 5. I usually use a different folder for each part, but after duct taping Part 4's folder for the third time, I decided it was time for a new folder.

IMPACT letters went out today and I got Themelios. Yay! Kermit the Frog yay. ::::waves hands as if she's a puppet:::: YAY!!!! The only problem is that the first training is the day of my "birthday" (my college birthday). Sniffy. Oh, that's the day after Easter anyway. Maybe we can still do something. I really want to celebrate my birthday with all my friends here (hence the March 28, college birthday).

My brother said something really awesome to me yesterday. We were sort of talking about random stuff and, oh I know, we were talking about how everytime I do something with Lina, people say something along the lines of "Who's the guy?" So we laughed, and then my brother said:
HairyHarryCB: you should pick a random guy and ask him out
HeirofGondor: What for?
HairyHarryCB: to see what he says
HeirofGondor: Haha
HeirofGondor: But then I'd have to suffer a date with him
HeirofGondor: Besides, the guy is the one who's supposed to do the asking
HairyHarryCB: well obviously they're getting a little behind in their job
When your dad says stuff like that it's cool 'cause you know he loves you, but there's something about when your brother says stuff like that that makes you feel special. So I just thought I'd tell everybody that I have the awesomest little brother ever and I'm sooooo excited to see him in two days! (I hope he doesn't mind I put that up here . . .) Oh, and then I said, "You just want a brother-in-law, don't you?" and he said, "Yeah, so any random guy will do." HA ha. Um . . . Lappy, meet the paper. The paper tells me when I've stopped being funny . . .
Time to either clean or go to class or something. Yay for Spring Break!

Sam the Ready For Spring Break

So I was walking to breakfast today, just minding my own business, when I notice some people were climing onto the Saga roof to get another statue down. Then, lo and behold! the statue moved! Yes, that's right. There was a live goat on the roof of Saga this morning. (there's some proof it was a live goat on the walkway) So that made classes more interesting.

Yesterday was an awesome day! (except that I didn't get to go to Lina's due to homework and previous engagements . . .) After church, Alisha, Shawna, Jennie, Kurt, Paul, Zoot and I went to the daffodil fields in somewhere-about-a-half-hour-from-here. It was very much fun. Shawna and I drove Zoot crazy by singing Disney songs the whole way there (I'm kidding, Zoot was very nice about it). Then we walked through the flowers and took pictures (I drew a picture, but it didn't turn out so well . . .) and then we sang praise songs by the "lake" (it was a pond) while Jennie played guitar. Here's my brother's reaction when I told him about our day (I'm HeirofGondor):

HeirofGondor: Yeah, we walked around, took lots of pictures, and sang while Jennie played the guitar
HairyHarryCB: hahahahhahahahaha
HairyHarryCB: hahahhaahaha
HairyHarryCB: that sounds hippie
HeirofGondor: Ha ha!
HeirofGondor: You're right, it does!
HeirofGondor: Ha ha ha ha!!!
HeirofGondor: Especially when I think about how everytime someone stepped on a flower, Alisha yelled at them and tried to make the flower stand up again . . .
HairyHarryCB: hahahahhahahahahahaha!

And then we ate Fazzoli's for supper and the guys stole my YAC card. I'm just kidding, I got it back. Jennie ate a million and a half bread sticks, no joke. It was so much fun. Oh, and at the Mud Hut on Friday, I painted a tooth brush holder! :) Well, I'd better get to all the stuff I have to get done before Spring Break. Just less than a week! YAY!!!!! Until then, I remain your affectionate dictator,

Sammie G.

So, here I am in CS-I again. I finished my exegesis paper yesterday (yes!) and now I just have that stupid robot to code. Gar. TODAY IS FRIDAY!!!! YAY!!!! I love Fridays. Fridays are so prodigiously fazmatic. I hope I spelled that right . . .

Last night, I went to chapel with my floor. It was about relationships. I didn't really agree with all the lady said, but it was fun to be there with my friends. Then we went to Common Grounds for dollar latte night. Mmmmm. Caramel is tasty. And then we went to cheer our brother floor on at their intramural basketball game (go Cow 2). After their game, we had to change really fast for our basketball game *the bell rings and an hour passes while Sam tries desperately to code a program that is very confusing* I had a lot of fun at our game. I can sort of almost play basket ball! Kermit the Frog yay! :::waves arms as if she is a puppet:::: YAY!!!!!!

So tonight, we're going to go to the Mud Hut and colour pots! Yay again. :::breaths heavily:::: I'm so glad it's the weekend. And hey! I'm done. I'm just waiting for my teacher to finish with the other people so that I can know what on earth I'm doing. I mean ask him a question. :)

Last night, I dreamt that we had a basketball game. Then my floor and the brother floor took a road trip. I remember stopping at a gas station and running out of toilet paper . . . weird. And then we were talking about dating 'cause of chapel. It was sort of weird, but defiantely amusing. Hey, I only got a little more than 6 hours of sleep last night and I'm actually okay! Yay.

Well, I have a couple places to run before my weekend officially begins. I really don't want to. Maybe I'll skip one. Hehe, I've been putting off talking to my advisor for forever. It's just hard to catch him when he's around.

My teacher's still talking with the others . . . :::deep sigh::::
The LeeMan: Mind if I stop in?
Me: Why not at all! Maybe you can make this waiting more interesting.
The LeeMan: Not really. I was bored, that's why I'm here.
Me: Oh, the teacher got up! Maybe he'll come help me! Oh never mind, he's just admiring somebody else's work.
*time passes*
Me: Yay! I got it figured out! Okay, time to go run around before the weekend really begins. This is Sam the Storyteller, signing off . . .

*BEEP*

So, I should be exegesiting, but I felt like procrastinating just a little while longer. I'm so definately ready for Spring Break. I love my friends, but I'm ready for no school. : ) Plus, it's been, what, two months since I've seen my family? So I'm looking forward to Mom and Dad hugs and getting to hang out with my awesome beyond awesome brother. I'm also excited about the pool, ping pong, air hockey (maybe I can practice enough so that I can beat Dimildt without him letting me, grrrrr), and especially I'm looking forward to Dad's grilled fajitas. Oh, my mouth waters in anticipation!

On a more academic note, the got the schedule for next semester up and I get to take two of my major classes next semester! Yay! I'm so excited! Digital Literature and Writing for Digital Media. Sounds fun to me. I still haven't decided if I want to go to Mexico for Spanish this summer, but I need to decide soon. Ah! Oh, and I got my midterm grades, which were better than I was expecting, so I hope I can keep them that way, but I haven't had any major projects due yet. Drawing pictures in class is fun.

Oh, and Carolyn has decided not to move to the apartments (I do believe), so we are going to be roommates next year! Yay! Now we just have to fight over whose room we live in . . . I'm really gonna miss my suite. Oh well.

Oh, and one last note about my previous post (by the way, Lina, I really liked your comment!), maybe the reason Imaginary/Invisible Friends go away is because we don't need them anymore. I had I. Friends when I was really stressed and didn't get to see my friends all the time or when I just plain didn't have any friends. But now, I have an awesome floor that I'm with all the time, an awesome elf that I get to see on the weekends, an awesome floor full of brothers/friends, and an awesome life with minimal stress levels. So, maybe I just don't need The Guys and My Little Friend Who Sits On the Roof as much as I used to. Although, I still enjoy Leo-the-Lolipop-Man, Shewan Khan, and Sam (not to mention Gurgi-the-Decapitated-Little-Doggie, Aladdin, and the Time Elf Bell, who have as yet been silent). Hm, interesting thought.

Anyway, it's about ten, so I've been up for an hour (my alarm went off two hours ago), and I should get to my Esther Exegesis. Oh dang that stupid bell tower! I know it's ten! Sheesh . . . Until next time, this was Random Craziness from #3 Bagshot Row.

Sammie G.

I always want to write something on my blog in spare minutes between lunch and class, but I never have anything interesting to say. So, I've decided to give a long treatise on those people we love and know so well as Imaginary Friends (also a bread of Imaginary Friend called the Invisible Friend, who appears when one reaches around Jr. High level).
Are there poor souls out there who have not grown up with an Imaginary Friend? I pity them. Imaginary Friends are the people we go on journeys with. They keep us company when we're bored and alone and they comfort us when noone seems to understand us. Invisible Friends help us through those times of change in life when everything seems to go wrong and the one stable thing can be dancing under the stars with people whom noone can see but you.
So why do they vanish? Why are they gone? Why do the only appear in writing? The imagination develops (even decays) as we grow older and become more acquainted with the world. The more horrors we see, the less magical the world is. For someone like me, the imagine ceases to be external and becomes an internal working. I don't see people running alongside the car or horses jumping over fences next to my window any more. I don't even see a guy from another planet sitting on my window sill and begging me to go ride motorcycles or hear that tell-tale beeping that means I have a secret mission to accomplish in order to save the world. Instead, I see vast worlds inside my own head. Warriors fighting, battles raging, children playing, people loving, searching, growing. The world has changed from magical to tyrannical. I can no longer live the perfect fantasies of my mind in our world, I have to create my own. Maybe that's what happens, why we no longer have Imaginary or Invisible Friends, indeed, why we can no longer even talk to our Stuffed Animals in the way we once did (though I caught my roommate's moving before it could get back to its spot). I miss The Guys and my secret agent partner. I miss My Little Friend That Sits On The Roof. Oh for the days of imagination again.

This long treatise on the Imaginary Friend has been brought to you by Sammie G.
Shewan Khan: Are you done yet?
Me: Yeah, I think I'm done.
Leo-the-Lolipop-Man: That was rather long and drawn out. What were you trying to say?
Me: Nothing really, I was just having fun being dramatic and acting like I was writing something profound. :)
Leo-the-Lolipop-Man: You're weird.
Khan: Can I take over the world now?
Me: No, I have to go to class.
Khan: Drat. May I when you get back?
Leo: You're hopeless.
Khan: The same thing we do every night, Leo! Try to take over the world!
Leo: ::::smacks helmeted face::::
Me: Time to go!!
Di di doo doo di di.
SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sammie G.

Well, I have to go to my PA meeting in just a couple minutes, but I have nothing to do in that time, so write on my blog. I'm just sooooo excited! We played soooo good at our football game last night! We got to other side right at the beginning of the game. I think we would have made a touchdown if the reffs had counted the downs right. Grrrrr. Anyway, we did make a touchdown later! YAY!!!! We were sooooo very excited that it was awesome and we threw a party right on the field! Yay! And Alisha caught the ball at kick off and I totally got Tank's flags and toppled over. Ah, sweet bliss. Football is an awesome game! Now I know why guys like to play it so much. :) So after the game, we went to IHOP to celebrate Carolyn's and Bushey's birthdays. That was fun. Carolyn and I shaired pancakes and I drew a picture of us beating the tar out of G1. He he. About halfway through, one of the guys said, "But you all lost!" I looked at the picture, shrugged sheepishly and said, "Oh yeah." Ha ha. Anyway, it was awesome. Happy sigh. I wish the semester wouldn't end. It's going way too fast. I'm having such an awesome time. You know, I'm here for the school so that I can get a degree and get a job, but that's not my priority right now. I'm still getting my school done, but that's not what I remember or what I think about. I think about my awesome beyond awesome friends and all the fun we have. I am so blessed to know these girls (and guys). Oh, and a note to Jacqui, Jen has "The Camel" on her floor shirt and we were teasing her at IHOP last night when she was drinking lots of water. ::::wink wink double grin::::: Well, time to go. Have a wonderful week all my devoted readers!
SG

Well, I just got out of a Hummel test. The first part went really well. The second part . . . not so good. So now I'm sitting in CSI again. Somebody had stolen my computer and messed it up. Poor computer. So tonight is our last--wait, let me start again. Este noche jugamos nos partido de futbol americano ulitmo. Hmm, is that right? I'm so bad with grammer, English and Spanish. Oh well. I had a great weekend. I decided to take Saturday off again, so I did. I also took a bit of Sunday off too. Ah, sweet bliss. I've gotton some writing done! Yay! My pen is trying to switch main characters in the middle of the second book of the series. My mind says, "I don't think so." But I'm confused how to continue. The former main characters are a little boring currently because they've already been through everything once. The new recruits haven't been through it yet, so they have a fresh perspective. And they're dinky kids, which is fun. Oh, I shouldn't have said dinky.
Yesterday, Amanda, Alisha, Shawna, and I (oh no! the bell!) had fun IMing people from the same screen name. We just took turns typing. Okay, gotta go. Bye.
SG

Happy contented sigh. Yesterday was such an awesome day. Well, it really started Sunday evening when we had supper at our dorm parents. We got dressed really pretty and went and were served a three course meal three adorable little girls. It was so nice to get all dressed up and look pretty when there were no guys around; we just wanted to look nice for each other. Supper was exquisite. Monday started off just like any other day (except I'm at a really exciting part in the book I'm reading during breakfast). Classes were fine and nothing too special. On the way to chapel, I thought, "You know, I don't know that our brother floor will do anything for us for Valentine's Day, but I really don't care because they are still the awesomest brother floor on campus." Lo and behold at lunch, Jonathan D. asked Amanda and me if we'd been in our lounge yet. Needless to say, Amanda and I hurried to check our mail after lunch so we could run up to the lounge. The brothers had decorated it with red, pink, and white crepe paper and balloons. It was the best decorated floor of them all. But the best part was sitting on the couch with a sister Valentine's card and a big bowl of chocolate--it was a humongous, really soft teddy bear that we all love. That was exciting. The weather the entire day was really wonderful. It was so beautiful outside. :::sigh::: I had an IMPACT interview that went okay, and then I hung out in the lounge until supper. At supper, not only was the walk down so nice due to the weather, but they had a banana split bar, which was exciting. After supper, computer science made the happy feeling go away for a little, but I listened to my love songs playlist and made Carolyn's birthday card, finally ending the day by playing Love Changes Everything on the keyboard in the lounge. Yesterday was a perfect day, as days go.
I think the most exciting thing about yesterday is that, I didn't care a single bit that I didn't have a boyfriend. I was excited that I have such great sisters (my floor) and brothers (the brother floor). I just wanted to show them how much I love them; I didn't care about the romance kind of love. I mean, I did care in the sense that yesterday was real anticipatory. I started to get excited about the guy I'll someday marry (because I truly believe God has marriage in mind for me). I was excited that someday I'll find him and it could be in the next few years. And I was really excited that I'm waiting for him. The first time we hold hands, that first kiss, will be so special because I will have waited for it my entire life.
Okay I know, sappy entry from the crazy girl, but I don’t really care. It was such a good day. I hope everybody else enjoyed yesterday as much as I did.
Sammie G.

P.S. The only downside is that they fixed the bell tower yesterday so it's chiming again. My cruel and ruthless taskmaster is back to tell me every fifteen minutes, "You didn't get done what you should have!"SG

Well, I'm sitting in CSI waiting for it to begin. It's my last class of the day. Yay! We're studying loops. I'm feeling a little loopy today myself. I know, I used that joke at lunch. Oh well. I actually got ahead in my homework some, which is awesome. I have no idea how it happened.
We played another intramural football game (ever since Spanish I want to spell it futbol), and again we lost. Those girls were mean! But Heidi caught the ball, and I bruised my sternum, and Alisha took several dives. :) We had fun.
So, I've been told that the brother floor is watching The Village tonight which is exciting. I haven't seen it in forever, and I liked it. Um, I guess I don't really have anything interesting to say. My brain isn't really working anyway. Well, I think class is starting. So short my audience!
AMW
P.S. I'm so glad people commented! I love all of you! Ah! The bell!

Reading peoples' blogs is very interesting. People say such interesting things. Mostly people seem to talk about all the depressing stuff that has happened to them. I guess it works like a journal except that people can then read what you're going through. ::::shivers::: Woo, scarey thought.
The other night, I finally got to go over to Lina's (yay!!!!!) and we watched Sense and Sensibility. I had never noticed before how Marianne and Elenor were a bit like my sister and I. They were really close, but also really different. Marianne always showed her emotions and expressed herself by playing appropriate songs on the piano. Elenor rarely shared her feelings and focused more on propriety than expressing herself. While of course not exactly like us, my sister and I are a little like that. I found it amusing that I had never noticed before.
Last night, a bunch of the girls on my floor (and some of the brothers until open dorms ended) watched Cellular. That movie was a strange mix of cheesy and suspense. I really liked it except that everybody had a dirty mouth. It made some sense for them to be swearing, considering the situation, but since when have movies been realistic? So, they should have cut it out. It was great at the end when all of us screamed. I love being vocal during movies. What's really cool, is that the kid in the movie (teen, kid, whatever) had a face almost like my main character. So I'm going to borrow his face and see if I can draw a good picture of my main character. My professional art teacher said all great artists trace and that there's nothing wrong with it. :)
So, I should probably go get my laundry and then start my stinkin' school. Wahahaha!!! Homework should DIE!!!!!!!! Oh well, I guess I'd better get over it. Oh! After this semester, I'll be halfway through with college! How freaky is that? I miss my floor already! Well, I will enchant you with more words of wisdom at a later date; for now, it's back to the ol' torture chamber.
AMW

Wow, I guess it's been awhile. As usual, over break, I decided not to mess with anything that had anything to do with anything. In other words, I ignored blogs, IMs, and e-mail, focusing solely on mindless activities and the only productive activity I can find--writing.
It's great to be back, except for the whole school thing (I have to leave for class in two minutes while my brain screams "No more!"). My floor is still awesome. We went camping last weekend in 20 degree weather. My plus twenty sleeping bag wasn't really plus twenty. :) I have five classes M-W-F, starting at 8:15 and going til 3:30 with an hour break for lunch. Oh joy. But my last class is Computer Science which I love so far. Hmm, I should procastinate later by finishing this post since I now have to go to class . . .
Well, we just got back from our first intramural football game. We won!!! Yay!!! But, only cause the other team didn't show. So, we scrimaged with the apartments. They are really fun to play. They're very encouraging, and they laugh a lot.
Oh! Last Thursday I sent my book to the publishers! Yay! I should hear back in 4-6 months. I can't wait. I'll probably get rejected, but that's okay, it's my first step. Yay! Well, I should probably go write a computer program for Wednesday. Goodbye.
SG

Well, I'm sitting in my English Final, waiting for it to begin. I've three 9:45 tests the past three days, so I guess I was still in my '45' mentality. I accidently got here twenty minutes early and then wondered why the test wasn't starting. When I finally figured it out, I decided to take a brief nap. Then I woke up and here I am. Laptop keyboards are so much nicer (no offense to this computer).
So, this is my second to last final. Tomorrow morning at 7:30 is my last final: Algebra. It shouldn't be too bad. I hope anyway. I'm not going to study too much. Why? Because I'm sick of studying.
I decided that languages should die, and now everyone should speak Klingon. (Spanish and English finals were both today, and both were my hardest tests.) After I said that, I was studying for my English final and came across some notes about the Klingon translation of the Bible. Hmmm. That should be interesting. "Those of you who say ::::spit spit spit spit:::: are accountable to law, but I say that anyone who says 'you fool' . . . ." etc. Yes, very interesting indeed. Too bad nobody will be able to read it.
Warf: I will be able to read it!
Me: Good heavens! Where did you come from?
Warf: The Enterprise.
Me: I thought you didn't exist!
Warf: We don't. ::::wink:::: We had to travel back in time to rescue ::::whisper whipser whisper:::: and since you seem to know about Klingon, we decided to solicit you're help!
Me: You've got a pretty good English vocabulary for a Klingon.
Warf: Why thank you.
Me: Well, I'd love to help you, and I'd especially love missing my final, but I can't if I want a good grade.
Warf: We can take care of that. Afterall, we just traveled back in time.
Me: Good point.
::::time lapse of 1 second:::::
Me: Wow!! That was the most coolest experience I've ever had! Too bad I still have to take my final. I wonder where Dr. Watson is? Did we somehow mess up time? Did we interrupt the time space continuem? Did we ruin the Prime Directive?? I knew we should have duct taped Picard when we threw him in that closet . . . .

Hmm, if Dr. Watson doesn't get here soon . . . . Maybe we should just all write our essays and then go. I don't really want to write my essay, but I need a good grade. Can we just get hundreds or something? Maybe he'll reweight the grades without the final. . . . Maybe I should go before this post gets too long. Oh, someone said Dr. Watson is on his way. Okay, so short my wonderful audience! Maybe I'll tell you about my time experiences later, but I think that would mess up the Temperal Directive.

I'm dying! Ahhhhh!!!!!! I mean, I'm sick. I don't feel so good. Well, I feel fine mentally and emotionally, but I can't breath, I keep coughing and sneezing, and I'm a little "woohoo" or out-of-it, in other words. I carried a box of Kleenexes (with Aladdin characters on the box!) with me to all my classes this morning. It was kind of funny. I was sitting in the hall waiting for my second class. I had a thermos of tea (I have a thermos, a nice thermos, won't you share my thermos), a box of Kleenexes, and a book. And I was snifling with a scarf around my neck. Joy. By the way, I don't think Holly reads this, but I've been wearing the scarf she made me all the time. I love it. Back to my post. What was I saying? This is a good CD (Relient K). Oh, so, I've got vapor rub on my chest, so I probably smell funny, but I don't care because it helps. It seems like the more I toss and turn during the night, the better hair day I have. I didn't sleep well last night. Poor Jodie, she probably didn't either, due to all my coughing, moaning, and blowing my dose. For Spanish class today we're going to go eat lunch at a Mexican Food resteraunt! Yay! I really love this CD. So, um, oh yeah! It's the last day of classes! I only have two more classes, one of them being the Spanish meal. I wish finals didn't exist. Cause I don't want to do anything except laze around. Oh, tonight is our floor Christmas party. Yay! And tomorrow is our brother floor Christmas party. Yay again! I think I'm not going to get too much studying done. I'm so out of it and sleepy. Anyway, I should probably stop rambling and sleep or something.
SG

A Poem By Me not to be used without specific written permision from the author! (that's me)
I never thought this day would come
When all my classes would be done
Now that it's here I can't believe
In just one week I can leave
Maybe when the sun goes down again
I will have the time to sleep in
And maybe when the bell clock chimes
I can say "the next five minutes are still mine"
Wouldn't it be nice?
~~Anne M. W.

Here I am again. Mmmmmmm. Catch me if you can. Mmmmmmm. Better get a move on. Mmmmmmm. Finals week is coming real soon.

Wahahahahah! Sob, sniffle, snort, tear. I don't feel so good. I didn't sleep well Saturday night (cause I was sleeping on the floor in a freezing room) and I didn't sleep well last night (cause it was hot and some wrong number called at 2:45 in the A M!). And I woke up this morning with my throat hurting (I think I scratched it on the sausage I choked on last night) and my tummy hurts, and I'm tired, (but not sleepy). Suffice it to say, the dead exhausted "Dead Away Messages" are going up. I'm not morbid, I'm just ready for the semester to be over. Don't be scared if you read my away messages. They are just quotes talking about being dead, because I'm dead tired. There's a man on the hall. Oh joy. Whoopdeedi. I should be reading for Bible, but I'm not. I don't even really care about finals. Nothing matters now, let them come. "We'll kill the Beast!" BANG "We'll kill the Beast!" BANG!
Lord of the Rings Return of the King comes out a week from tomorrow. Yay!

Well, that's about all. Read away. Away, away, away. Maybe in [12] days. Oh-oh-oh. Feels so right! Darkness fades away. Something something. I've got so much to say. Feels so right! Da dee da, da dee da da, over and over again. (That was a mix of two songs, I forgot the title of the first by The Passage, and the second was "After the Rain" from "Songs for Luca" and by "Karnataca" or something like that.) Oh oh! A poem by John White (as remembered by me) from The Tower of Geburah:
Blue light is true light
Conquering even the darkness of night
Guiding my footsteps from up on the wall
Leading me, leading me onward toward Gaal

Good book. Anyway, class time. Bye!
Sammie G.

He he, so maybe I should update just a leeetle more often. But that's okay because nobody reads it anyway. He he he he. So, I found out the the EFE member in my Algebra class might actually be a good guy, working to counter the Evil EFE. Which is oxymoronic, but that's okay. It gets the point across. Those in my history class have been becoming more brazen and bold about their takeover plan. They practically brag about it in class. Maybe, they will slip and we can catch them! Ha ha ha ha!! Wait, I'm the good guy, I'm not supposed to laugh! We usually walk hand and hand into the sunset--like this. :)

So yesterday was Shawna's birthday. We went to Whataburger which was--
TLM: What happened to stealing people's identity online?
Me: Sh, be quiet. You don't know about this stuff, recuarde?
TLM: What?
Me: Nevermind.
So we went to Whataburger which was fun and then Shawna and I ran around in our cloaks. After that, we wound up talking for two and a half hours. Yeah, so I didn't get to bed until four, meaning I got three hours of sleep.
TLM: Then why are you "blogging" instead of taking a nap.
Me: Oh I'm not tired anymore. And stop interrupting.

Did I ever tell you about the time I came into the room and Shewan Khan was clutching the Time Elf Bell? Yeah, I think he's trying to get more time so that he can conquer the world. But if the Time Elf works for Khan when he never gives me anymore time, I'll be upset.

I'm reading a book right now called The Sword of Shannara. It's pretty cool so far, except that the author has so many stinking FBPs and he never calls the characters by their names. It's driving me crazy! 'The hand moved to wipe away the hair from the eyes of the face. The countryman looked up at the citydweller. Kurt smiled and reached the hand to shake the extended hand. Brad shook the cold grey hand of the citydweller. The countryman waited and laughed.' I mean, it's probably not as bad as all that, but it's still driving me nuts. Especially since it seems like a pretty cool story!

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!
TLM: Don't get so excited, just say what you mean.
Me: Will you quit it and leave me alone?
TLM: Okay. :::jumps out window::::
Me: No wait! TLM, I didn't mean it!
TLM: What what?
Me: How are you doing that?
TLM: It's a magic carpet. You don't wanna go for a ride, do you?
Me: Is it safe?
TLM: Sure. Do you trust me?
Me: What?
TLM: Do you trust me?
Me: NO! :::pushes TLM out the window::: Ha ha ha ha ha!!!
TLM: Hey, that's not how it went!
Me: I know. Now what was I excited about? (blogging is dangerous because I can type so much faster than I can write so I can fit a whole lot more here than in a journal entry)

Oh I know, so I think I finally figured out the ending of my book! It's sooooo exciting! And the main character has a purpose and there's a reason that he's special and it rocks the earth and sky! So, what is this ending that I finally came up with after 4 years? Well, I can't tell you. That would spoil the ending!!! ::::I grin mischeviously::::

TLM: I still think you're spelling it wrong.
Me: Oh what do you know? Hey, are you and C.W. gonna bet on my spelling again? That was funny.
TLM: Hey, how come Day gets dots in his name?
Me: You can't call him Day, you have to call him C.W. or you'll confuse my readers.
TLM: But I still want to know why he gets dots!
Me: Watch it kid or you're gonna find yourself floating home.
TLM: Yeah? Then who's gonna fly the ship? You?
Me: You bet I could! I'm not such a bad pilot myself! We don't have to sit here and listen to this--
TLM: You are a quote vending machine.
Me: I know. :::pause::: Ooo, I'm cold. Isn't it nice? Um, anyway, I should probably go get back to whatever I should be doing but am not. This is Princess Leia Organa Skywalker soon to be Solo, signing off
(TLM: See what I mean?)

SG

Yo tengo mucha excited porque es viernes. Yo no hablo espanol muy bueno. Hablar espanol es muy fun. Yo no spell en espanol may bueno tambien. :) Oh well, at least I'm having fun. Guess what? It's Friday! Yipee! And as usual, I have nothing to say, but I might as well say it anyway because that's cool. NOTHING! Muahahahahaha!!!!

So, I just discovered the mass conpiracy of the Evil Freshman Elite. Okay, so I didn't discover the actual conspiracy, but I discovered that there is a conspiracy. The EFE are infiltrating every area of campus life in order to facilitate a mass takeover by the video-game generation. Da da da! Several of the culprits attend my Algebra and American History classes. I have a feeling the EFE is being aided and abeded by some of the faculty, namely Those Who Wish to Remain Anonymous! T2WTRA are spending their valuable time and money (as well as cool professor know-how) to help EFE attain their mass take-over conspiracy. Everyone, be forewarned!!

Isn't life fun? "Life isn't complete without a good conspiracy." ~~ Mulder. Okay, so he didn't actually say that, but it sounds like something he would say. I girn broadly.
TLM: What's a girn?
I start in surprise.
Me: TLM! What are you doing here?"
TLM: Why are you writing TLM instead of ::::BEEP:::::?
Me: Shhh!!!!! You have to remain anonymous online so that people don't steel your identity, didn't you know that?
TLM: Uh . . . .
Me: For someone from the future, you're pretty technologically iliterate.
TLM: Hey, I can fly a space ship. Better than SOME people I know.
Me: Shh!!!!! We're not supposed to talk about that! And I can fly! I just can't land . . .
TLM: Right. Well at least I never crashed a motorcycle!
Me: Hey, I only did that once! . . . Plus some.
TLM: Sure . . .
Me: Wow, now I feel lazy for not getting out my journal to write, because this is journal material, not blog material. Oh well, it's fun.
TLM: Yeah, if this was your journal you could actually write my name instead TLM.
Me: I could make up a name for you. (I grin mishceviosly) (TLM: You have terrible spelling Me: Shh!!! You're interupting my dramatic moment!) (I grin mischeviously) Car--
TLM: ARGH!!!!!!!

Shewan Khan and Leo-the Lolipop Man: An all out brawl ensues ending with TLM tossing Me out the window--say her name, not Me, that's confusing--didn't you read what she said about identity theft?--it's still confusing--escuse me, who is writing this message? Who is the world conquerer here?--Oh sure, Mr. I-Very-Nearly-Conquered-the-World-Sixty-Years-Ago gets to do everything--Shut up, you're just a little man in a cheesy suit--
Me: Guys!! What are you doing?? This is MY blog!
Shewan Khan: Not anymore! I have taken over your computer! I am now the official dictator of the country of SamtheComputer!
Me: :::::shoves Khan in a drawer:::: Oh yeah? Dictate this. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah---nevermind, I don't remember. Man, I get lost in all these things. Anyway, I'd better go uncover more of the EFE and T2WTRA conspiracy. This is secret agent With A Mission, signing off.

~~beep~~

P.S. This episode of craziness in dorm 5-12-8 has been brought to you by The Klutz Comedy Hour, Inc. Copywrite Apple Sauce Inclusive 2004, All Rights Reserved. Please join us next time for "Khan Rules the World" or "Danger in Algebra 1203." ~~Sammie G.

The sun is shining, the ice is slippery, and I was watching TV. There came a knock, a knock, a knock upon the door. When I answered it, there was this fellow in a blue and red jumpsuit type thing and a mask standing there. He said, "Quick! Can I use your window??" Well, I get this a lot, so I said sure, wondering why no one had yelled 'man on the floor.' So this suited fellow ran to my window opened it, and this white sticky stuff shot from his hand and landed on Gilbert roof. So then this guy the white sticky stuff to swing out the window and land on Gilbert. Then he jumped to Thomas. I have a suspicion that he was chasing a black-suited stalker who's been haunting the campus lately driving a green SUV.
Well there's a little excitement for your life. I mean my life. So, it's Sunday afternoon, the kids are in the middle of training, I'm about to get to a battle scene with one of the most coolest (literally and figuratively) and complex villains--so yeah, I would much rather write than do homework. But, as I can't justify writing, I thought I'd say a few words here for all you people who read my blog.
I went to a Celtic concert last night. It rocked. Well, it fiddled, more technically. It wasn't the Beyond the Pale that I was thinking of, but it was still cool. And I got to go for free, so rock on--er, fiddle on. It was neat to see someone playing the tin whistle, Irish flute, and bodhran--er bohdran--er GASTON! Um, I guess I am a little random.
My floor is so awesome. I love the girls up here. They are so much fun to hang out with. And our brother floor is cool, too! I've forgiven them for not escorting us to Communion. Wink wink double grin.
I was going to say something else. Daw gown it. Dash gum it. Dosh it. And other expressions of frustration, excluding the profane. Oh I remember. Never mind.
So, everybody on my floor keeps telling me how I'm always in story mode. I guess that's true, and I think it's awesome. So, I'd better get to my homework. Talk to all you awesome anonymous nobodies out there who read my blog!
Sammie G.

P.S. I wonder if I'm the only weirdo out there who proofreads my blog a million times to make sure I'm using proper grammar and such before sticking it on my site . . .