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
Friday, May 20, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
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 . . .
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 . . .
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
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.
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.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Monday, May 09, 2005
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
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
Sunday, May 08, 2005
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.
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.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
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.
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% |
Saturday, April 30, 2005
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!!!
Thursday, April 28, 2005
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
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)
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:
- 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."
- Going to bed early is anytime before midnight
- En route to McDonald's, you hear yourself say, "Finally! We get real food tonight."
- A fun Friday night is going to Wal-Mart
- Going to bed late is anytime after 4am
- Starting a project early is two days before it's due
- A lot of money is $5
- You generally go to bed around midnight to 2am, but occasionally go to bed as early as 9 or even 7pm
- Starting a project late is after midnight the night before it's due
- You know how to buy everything at the cheapest possible price for the best bargain
- And finally, you spend your free time--what's that again?
Sammie G.
Monday, April 25, 2005
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!
Friday, April 22, 2005
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 . . .
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
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
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
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
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~~
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~~
Thursday, March 31, 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.
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).
I was almost afraid this one was going to turn scarey:
| You Belong in 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"
Monday, March 28, 2005
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.
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.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
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
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
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