I am so miserable right now. Unbelievably so. My nose hurts from blowing it like a hundred times today, my lips are chapped because I can't breathe in through my nose, my head hurts from a combination of things probably but I think at least in part due to all the nose blowing and coughing I've been doing all day, and now my eye is pissing the heck out of me too. I guess I probably shouldn't be touching it at all, but I can't help but every few minutes take a tissue and try to clean it out, so to speak. It's soooo irritating. Having things in my eye is one thing that I just cannot stand for very long and be pleasant about it. So this is basically torture for me. I think I might just take some Nyquil here in a minute and just go to sleep and hopefully manage to stay asleep for a good 8 or so hours, then wake up when I wake up and drag myself over to the doctor. I am just praying that somehow this will manage to get cleared up, either on its own or with the help of medication, before we go to Notre Dame. Because man that would suck. I mean, it could be worse, but I'd rather not have to wear my glasses to watch the game and whatnot, and it'd be nice to be able to wear makeup when I'm there, etc. But there's nothing I can do about it now, so hopefully I'll be able to figure things out tomorrow morning. Including whether or not I should go to my class/work tomorrow. Mom says I should probably call in sick to work, but I guess I'll wait and see what the doctor tells me. Because I think people at work wouldn't be too happy with me if I call in sick in addition to all these days I've been asking for off lately. But, wouuld they be any happier with me if I gave them pink eye? probably not. Oh well. We'll see what the doctor says.
And I'm going to bed. And it's not even 9 yet. Crazy. But quite necessary.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sorry
I know my possible (probable) pink eye is not exactly something anyone wants to hear any more about, but I have to say one thing. Being a germophobe, obsessive hand-washer to begin with, having an infection that requires even more constant hand washing and such is making me go crazy already. I feel like I can't touch ANYTHING even after I've washed my hands, and I feel like I have to burn anything I do touch--and I keep being reminded of the story of the Velveteen Rabbit, when the Boy gets scarlet fever (right?) and all his toys and clothes and everything have to be burned or thrown out or whatever. Ugh. Can I just get knocked out for, oh, three days and let everything clear up without me being conscious? And then wake up chipper and healthy and feeling great? If only...
Well, of course!
And, apparently, on top of everything, now I have pink eye. My...what's that thing called when you think you have every sickness you hear about because of one possible symptom? hypochondria. My hypochondriaism immediately thought of this last night as I was getting ready for bed and was washing my face. I had a rather large amount of eye goop stuff in my right eye, which had been bothering me for a good portion of the night which prompted me to decide to take out my contacts last night. So when I saw that as I was washing my face, I thought "hmmm...that's not normal." And then I kept getting eye goop in that eye like every five minutes. An insane amount compared to normal. And when I woke up my eye was all puffy (as it sometimes is if I was rubbing it all night, as I had been last night) and sticky because of the gross eye goop. Sorry if this is grossing you out. Anyway. So I just wore my glasses today and thought I'd wait and see if the redness went away, in case it was just because I rubbed my eye too much last night. It didn't really completely go away, but it seemed a little better. I was still pondering going to the doctor to see, but then the whole car thing happened and that scratched that idea. And then while sitting in Latin, all of a sudden I felt like there was more eye goop in there (hadn't bothered me all day), and there was, and when I got home I asked Mom if she's ever had it and she said she had, and looked at me for a second and said it looks like I do too. So that's not a hard and fast diagnosis, obviously, but it's probably pretty likely. Which means I'll probably have to go to the doctor tomorrow (you go to the doctor for that, right?). It also means I'm stuck wearing my glasses for a few days at least, which doesn't thrill me because I tend to get headaches if I have to wear my glasses more than a day or two in a row. I think they're not quite the right prescription anymore. Sigh.
So yeah, tomorrow I have to fit that in sometime, in addition to going to Mass at noon (technically I guess I could go earlier, like 8, but...ew), and I was going to try to get to Katies between going to Mass and going to my philo class at 1:40. And I have to drive all around town in Peter's truck, as I did tonight. It's not terrible, but I'm not used to it and I feel like I'm going to crash it. Or into someone. Not fun. Sigh. And then I have to go to work at 6 (if I didn't have to work tomorrow night I could go to Mass then which would make the whole thing easier. But alas). So...when to fit going to the doctor...ugh. And oh yeah, after all that trouble with my car, once the guys at the shop got it and went to check it out, it was working fine. Perfectly. Couldn't find a thing wrong with it. Of course. So they're gonna keep it tonight and try it first thing tomorrow morning, cold start and whatnot. Bet they won't find anything and I'll be stuck wondering and waiting for it to happen again.
Man the past few days have most certainly not been fun for me. Oh, and yeah, apparently the Army grows their colds strong. We all got it from Peter--me, Cathy, Dad a little bit, Mom (although apparently for her it's mostly just coughing and her voice). And I haven't been this sick in quite awhile I think. Not cool. And now I have pink eye. Very not cool.
So yeah, tomorrow I have to fit that in sometime, in addition to going to Mass at noon (technically I guess I could go earlier, like 8, but...ew), and I was going to try to get to Katies between going to Mass and going to my philo class at 1:40. And I have to drive all around town in Peter's truck, as I did tonight. It's not terrible, but I'm not used to it and I feel like I'm going to crash it. Or into someone. Not fun. Sigh. And then I have to go to work at 6 (if I didn't have to work tomorrow night I could go to Mass then which would make the whole thing easier. But alas). So...when to fit going to the doctor...ugh. And oh yeah, after all that trouble with my car, once the guys at the shop got it and went to check it out, it was working fine. Perfectly. Couldn't find a thing wrong with it. Of course. So they're gonna keep it tonight and try it first thing tomorrow morning, cold start and whatnot. Bet they won't find anything and I'll be stuck wondering and waiting for it to happen again.
Man the past few days have most certainly not been fun for me. Oh, and yeah, apparently the Army grows their colds strong. We all got it from Peter--me, Cathy, Dad a little bit, Mom (although apparently for her it's mostly just coughing and her voice). And I haven't been this sick in quite awhile I think. Not cool. And now I have pink eye. Very not cool.
The best laid plans
My plan for today? Go to school, go to my history class, turn in my English paper, tell my English prof I'm not feeling well so I wouldn't be in class today, come home for a few hours, study for my Latin test, try to feel better, and eventually go back to campus for Latin. Yeah that didn't work out too well. On my way to school, my car started sputtering a little. I didn't think I was quite that far out of gas yet, but with my car and gas gauge you never know. I managed to make it to the parking lot all right, went to history, turned in my English paper, etc. Started the drive home. Made it just barely onto Austin Bluffs from campus when my car started sputtering again. So I took the next right turn onto some side street, my car seemed to right itself a little bit, so I kept driving. Took a left when the street I was on dead-ended, and then that road took me to Union which I wasn't happy about. So I turned onto Union and my car sputtered along, slowly, and I had to keep pumping the gas to make it do anything. Barely--BARELY managed to make it to Filmore, then the first left from there onto Templeton Gap--a smaller road where I wouldn't be in the way. Took awhile to get from Fillmore to TG, but eventually my car made it and I stopped and called Dad. At first my phone wasn't working which would have really sucked, but I think it's done that before (I push a number for it to dial, it says "Calling ____" but then doesn't do anything, and I can't hit end or anything like that), so I took out the battery and put it back in. Turned it on, it says I have two new voice messages. Before I checked those I called Dad, who said he'd go home and get some gas (my emergency gas can had somehow migrated out of my car) and meet me. So I had awhile to wait.
Those two messages, by the way, were from Thursday night and Saturday night sometime--two times last weekend that someone called me and inexplicably my phone didn't ring, didn't show a missed call, and didn't show a new voice message. No idea what was going on with my phone lately. Hopefully it's done being stupid now. Anyway, I sat in my car for awhile, waited for Dad, got cold (I didn't dress nearly warmly enough for today, and especially not for sitting in a cold car in the cold weather for a long period of time), and did my Latin workbook. Eventually Dad showed up, we put gas in my car, and it didn't make a lick of difference. By this point my car would simply stall as soon as I turned it on, instead of seeming to come on ok but then being all weird when attempting to drive it. So Dad tried it, and he could keep it from stalling by continually hitting the gas pedal, which was kind of how I had managed to get all the way from Union to Templeton Gap. Anyway. He wanted me to try it so that I could get the hang of it enough to drive it to our car place, but eventually it stopped even catching, so it would just turn over and over again. So we called a tow truck, and had to sit and wait for like an hour before he showed up. Sigh. This is just...ugh. Not a good day. This is not a good week. and now my car is dead, and I can only hope that it's not anything major or ridiculously expensive. That would not be good, to say the least.
Ugh. Now the last thing I want to do is go back to school to take that stupid Latin test which I can't see doing well on, with how I'm feeling and whatnot. Ugh. Oh well. At least one bad grade on one test in that class really isn't going to affect anything in the slightest. Thank God I have a great dad, is all I can say. He's pretty much wonderful, especially when I'm having a crisis.
Those two messages, by the way, were from Thursday night and Saturday night sometime--two times last weekend that someone called me and inexplicably my phone didn't ring, didn't show a missed call, and didn't show a new voice message. No idea what was going on with my phone lately. Hopefully it's done being stupid now. Anyway, I sat in my car for awhile, waited for Dad, got cold (I didn't dress nearly warmly enough for today, and especially not for sitting in a cold car in the cold weather for a long period of time), and did my Latin workbook. Eventually Dad showed up, we put gas in my car, and it didn't make a lick of difference. By this point my car would simply stall as soon as I turned it on, instead of seeming to come on ok but then being all weird when attempting to drive it. So Dad tried it, and he could keep it from stalling by continually hitting the gas pedal, which was kind of how I had managed to get all the way from Union to Templeton Gap. Anyway. He wanted me to try it so that I could get the hang of it enough to drive it to our car place, but eventually it stopped even catching, so it would just turn over and over again. So we called a tow truck, and had to sit and wait for like an hour before he showed up. Sigh. This is just...ugh. Not a good day. This is not a good week. and now my car is dead, and I can only hope that it's not anything major or ridiculously expensive. That would not be good, to say the least.
Ugh. Now the last thing I want to do is go back to school to take that stupid Latin test which I can't see doing well on, with how I'm feeling and whatnot. Ugh. Oh well. At least one bad grade on one test in that class really isn't going to affect anything in the slightest. Thank God I have a great dad, is all I can say. He's pretty much wonderful, especially when I'm having a crisis.
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I'm so sick of these Invisaligns. Have I mentioned? The stupid retainer is simply never going to fit on my stupid teeth, and this non-retainer is just not going to feel right either. It's so irritating.
Tomorrow is not going to be fun. Being at school for the 8 hours or whatever I generally spend there on Tuesdays and Thursdays...ugh. Unless I somehow feel tons better tomorrow. Man. Last week I only went to school one day, and only to two of my classes (since English was cancelled). This week, not so lucky. Although, the end of the week will be capped by a trip to Notre Dame, which I'm sure will make suffering through this week a little better. But for now, I can only hope that my stupid glands stop being swollen, my neck stops hurting, my throat stops hurting, and my cough stops.
Sweet, apparently my favorite show ever is now available on DVD, seasons 1 and 2 at least. That show is...Baywatch! Haha. Man what a dumb show. And since I'm for some reason talking about things Hollywood related, kind of, apparently Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillippe are separating after being married 7 years. While I'm very rarely surprised when I hear of celebrity couples separating, for some reason this one's kind of sad. They seemed above all the stuff that seems to cause celebrity divorces. It's always sad when people get divorced, but yeah. I don't know. Oh, and unrelated, (but also celebrity-related) apparently Bill Maher dressed as Steve Irwin at some Halloween parties this weekend, complete with a stingray barb attached to the shirt. Now, why someone would think to do this is beyond me, but apparently it's among the top costumes in the US this year. Do people find it funny? I just don't get it. But then, when the top movie in the box office over the weekend is Saw III, I guess it kind of goes along with the mentality of our shock(and gore)-loving culture. I don't know. It would never occur to me to have that be a costume. But that's just me.
Oh yeah, I think I've decided that out of the four Harry Potter movies currently out, the third is my favorite. I watched the first the other day, and today I watched the second and third (hey, I was sick all day, leave me alone). I've seen the fourth quite a few times, so I don't have to see it again to know that I think I like the third the best. Not quite sure why. But I do know that I really really should read the books. And I also really should get back to finishing this stupid English thing. Ugh. What's the point?
Tomorrow is not going to be fun. Being at school for the 8 hours or whatever I generally spend there on Tuesdays and Thursdays...ugh. Unless I somehow feel tons better tomorrow. Man. Last week I only went to school one day, and only to two of my classes (since English was cancelled). This week, not so lucky. Although, the end of the week will be capped by a trip to Notre Dame, which I'm sure will make suffering through this week a little better. But for now, I can only hope that my stupid glands stop being swollen, my neck stops hurting, my throat stops hurting, and my cough stops.
Sweet, apparently my favorite show ever is now available on DVD, seasons 1 and 2 at least. That show is...Baywatch! Haha. Man what a dumb show. And since I'm for some reason talking about things Hollywood related, kind of, apparently Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillippe are separating after being married 7 years. While I'm very rarely surprised when I hear of celebrity couples separating, for some reason this one's kind of sad. They seemed above all the stuff that seems to cause celebrity divorces. It's always sad when people get divorced, but yeah. I don't know. Oh, and unrelated, (but also celebrity-related) apparently Bill Maher dressed as Steve Irwin at some Halloween parties this weekend, complete with a stingray barb attached to the shirt. Now, why someone would think to do this is beyond me, but apparently it's among the top costumes in the US this year. Do people find it funny? I just don't get it. But then, when the top movie in the box office over the weekend is Saw III, I guess it kind of goes along with the mentality of our shock(and gore)-loving culture. I don't know. It would never occur to me to have that be a costume. But that's just me.
Oh yeah, I think I've decided that out of the four Harry Potter movies currently out, the third is my favorite. I watched the first the other day, and today I watched the second and third (hey, I was sick all day, leave me alone). I've seen the fourth quite a few times, so I don't have to see it again to know that I think I like the third the best. Not quite sure why. But I do know that I really really should read the books. And I also really should get back to finishing this stupid English thing. Ugh. What's the point?
Can you say...Dumb?
Why I ever thought taking an English class, and specifically an American Lit English class, was a good idea, I will never know. Man. What an idiotic choice that was. Oh well. Just five weeks or so left. 10 classes. I'm sure I can survive. Even if I do end up with like a C.
Stupid class. And annoying teacher for making us do two stupid essays instead of just one for the second test. Ugh.
Stupid class. And annoying teacher for making us do two stupid essays instead of just one for the second test. Ugh.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Huh
I just read something interesting. The win this past weekend for the Irish gives us consecutive winning seasons for the first time since 1997-1998. Man, Weis rocks.
In addition, Brady is unbelievable in the last drives of 1st and 2nd halves in games this season. His stats in those last drives is 45 out of 55 completion, 511 yards, 6 TDs, 0 interceptions, a QB rating of 195.9 (which is AMAZING), 14 rushes for 72 yards and 1 TD and 7 first downs. We play amazingly when we're under pressure (esp. with 4th downs and such). We should just always play like it's the last two minutes of the half.
In addition, Brady is unbelievable in the last drives of 1st and 2nd halves in games this season. His stats in those last drives is 45 out of 55 completion, 511 yards, 6 TDs, 0 interceptions, a QB rating of 195.9 (which is AMAZING), 14 rushes for 72 yards and 1 TD and 7 first downs. We play amazingly when we're under pressure (esp. with 4th downs and such). We should just always play like it's the last two minutes of the half.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Ugggghhhh
I feel shitty beyond belief right now. Kind of felt a little better around mid-day, but my 5 hours at work quickly squelched any comeback I was going to have over this thing. My body is most certainly not happy with me right now. And it sucks.
Good news is I don't have to do anything tomorrow. Well, aside from write two English essays...that should be fun...ugh
It's not even 9pm right now, and I'm seriously considering taking some Nyquil to knock myself out now until sometime tomorrow morning. Ideally. Last night I didn't sleep well. Woke up a few times, couldn't get comfortable, story of my life. And then i woke up at like almost 7 when my phone alarm went off, but was confused because my normal clock said it was almost 8 and I had set my phone (and radio) alarms for almost 9. And then I realized that my stupid phone once again hadn't changed itself when we changed time zones in our travels yesterday. It didn't change from mountain to central when we went out to Oklahoma either, and that's the first time it hasn't changed itself. I didn't think about it when we got home yesterday, but I realized that's what had happened this morning. And then I realized, at the same time, that it was daylight savings or whatever and I hadn't changed my clocks. So not only did I have an extra hour to sleep, I had two. Which was nice, but the night in general wasn't very restful for me.
I need sleep. And I need to feel better. So maybe going to sleep now isn't such a bad idea. I just want to feel better...
Good news is I don't have to do anything tomorrow. Well, aside from write two English essays...that should be fun...ugh
It's not even 9pm right now, and I'm seriously considering taking some Nyquil to knock myself out now until sometime tomorrow morning. Ideally. Last night I didn't sleep well. Woke up a few times, couldn't get comfortable, story of my life. And then i woke up at like almost 7 when my phone alarm went off, but was confused because my normal clock said it was almost 8 and I had set my phone (and radio) alarms for almost 9. And then I realized that my stupid phone once again hadn't changed itself when we changed time zones in our travels yesterday. It didn't change from mountain to central when we went out to Oklahoma either, and that's the first time it hasn't changed itself. I didn't think about it when we got home yesterday, but I realized that's what had happened this morning. And then I realized, at the same time, that it was daylight savings or whatever and I hadn't changed my clocks. So not only did I have an extra hour to sleep, I had two. Which was nice, but the night in general wasn't very restful for me.
I need sleep. And I need to feel better. So maybe going to sleep now isn't such a bad idea. I just want to feel better...
Saturday, October 28, 2006
I'm back
We got home a little while ago. What a long and less than wonderful day it was. Last night before bed I started feeling a little bit sick, mostly my throat, with the swollen glands up there and whatnot. Didn't sleep well (any of the nights, really, but last night especially)--couldn't get comfortable, my arms and specifically my elbows were hurting me for some reason, and Dad woke me up with his snoring sometime in the 3am hour. Required me hitting him with my pillow a few times before he shifted positions and stopped snoring. So then when I woke up this morning--very early, around 5:30 because we had to leave by 6:30 to get Peter to the airport in Oklahoma City, an hour or so away, by 8--I felt even worse. All my joints hurt, my throat hurt, my head was all stuffy, etc. And aside from my throat feeling slightly better so that it doesn't hurt to swallow, beyond the swollen gland thing, I still feel just as icky. My whole body just aches. And it's probably a combination of not taking vitamins for a few days since I forgot to take them, and the ones I took Wednesday morning before we left got thrown up shortly after taking them, and being rundown from traveling and whatnot, and perhaps from Peter who's apparently been under the weather for awhile too. So I don't know. Hopefully it's just a today thing and doesn't get any worse.
USC lost. That's no good for us. No good at all. Not exactly surprising, either, but still no good. That was our one big game left, and winning it gave us the best chance to the national championship--not to mention helping Brady's chances of the Heisman. Oh well. I guess this year probably won't be the year we go to the championship. Life goes on.
We caught the whole 3rd quarter of the ND-Navy game today when we stopped for lunch. We specifically tried to find a place where we could watch it, and ended up finding a TV at a Pizza Hut in Dumas, Texas. At least, I think that's Texas still. Anyway. We got there during halftime, but it worked out well because these people who had been controlling the TV left shortly after we got there, and we had to flip around for awhile before finding the channel it was on. We got to the channel right as they were kicking off the 3rd quarter. So it worked out well. And of course we won, easily (finally). This morning before we left, I made sure to put on my mascara and even eyeliner, and earrings, because I think the one time I didn't put on earrings and didn't put on eyeliner, we lost. And of course I wore my the shirt, but that's a given. I definitely didn't want to put earrings on though. Much less comfortable to sleep in a car with earrings on. Haha. Guess I'm a tad superstitious.
I have too much to do before Tuesday. I didn't get much (anything) done, so I have to do all that crap for English tomorrow night and Monday. Which means it'll be done Monday night. However, to complicate things, I have to take another Latin test on Tuesday as well, and while I'm not all too concerned about it, I do still have to study some and do the workbook. Well, do what I haven't finished in it yet, as I have done some stuff. Sigh. I really wish I didn't have to do both of those essays for English. One I could deal with. Both? Not so much. But deal I must, and do it I will. Next weekend's not going to be much better, either, as I have a book review in history due Tuesday the 7th. Oh well. That won't be as bad as the English, I think. We'll see though.
One thing's for sure. If I don't feel better than I do right now, tomorrow will not be fun. Meeting for work 10:30-11, then church, then back to work 2:30-7:30. Even an hour straight of standing sounds like torture to me right now. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings. Either way though, I'm hoping for a blowout loss to the Colts by the Broncos. Generally I root for the Broncos, just because they're the home team here obviously, but I want them to be killed just so my manager doesn't enjoy himself. Is that horrible of me? I think it might be, and for that reason the Colts will probably lose big to the Broncos. But I'm still rooting for the Colts.
USC lost. That's no good for us. No good at all. Not exactly surprising, either, but still no good. That was our one big game left, and winning it gave us the best chance to the national championship--not to mention helping Brady's chances of the Heisman. Oh well. I guess this year probably won't be the year we go to the championship. Life goes on.
We caught the whole 3rd quarter of the ND-Navy game today when we stopped for lunch. We specifically tried to find a place where we could watch it, and ended up finding a TV at a Pizza Hut in Dumas, Texas. At least, I think that's Texas still. Anyway. We got there during halftime, but it worked out well because these people who had been controlling the TV left shortly after we got there, and we had to flip around for awhile before finding the channel it was on. We got to the channel right as they were kicking off the 3rd quarter. So it worked out well. And of course we won, easily (finally). This morning before we left, I made sure to put on my mascara and even eyeliner, and earrings, because I think the one time I didn't put on earrings and didn't put on eyeliner, we lost. And of course I wore my the shirt, but that's a given. I definitely didn't want to put earrings on though. Much less comfortable to sleep in a car with earrings on. Haha. Guess I'm a tad superstitious.
I have too much to do before Tuesday. I didn't get much (anything) done, so I have to do all that crap for English tomorrow night and Monday. Which means it'll be done Monday night. However, to complicate things, I have to take another Latin test on Tuesday as well, and while I'm not all too concerned about it, I do still have to study some and do the workbook. Well, do what I haven't finished in it yet, as I have done some stuff. Sigh. I really wish I didn't have to do both of those essays for English. One I could deal with. Both? Not so much. But deal I must, and do it I will. Next weekend's not going to be much better, either, as I have a book review in history due Tuesday the 7th. Oh well. That won't be as bad as the English, I think. We'll see though.
One thing's for sure. If I don't feel better than I do right now, tomorrow will not be fun. Meeting for work 10:30-11, then church, then back to work 2:30-7:30. Even an hour straight of standing sounds like torture to me right now. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings. Either way though, I'm hoping for a blowout loss to the Colts by the Broncos. Generally I root for the Broncos, just because they're the home team here obviously, but I want them to be killed just so my manager doesn't enjoy himself. Is that horrible of me? I think it might be, and for that reason the Colts will probably lose big to the Broncos. But I'm still rooting for the Colts.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Of course
I'm in Oklahoma right now (the hotel here has unsecured wireless, therefore Susie gets free internet) where it's humid and like in the 70s or possibly 80 degrees, and back home in Colorado Springs...it's blizzarding. Quite a bit too. UCCS cancelled classes today, and from what I've heard there's drifts around my neighborhood (or possibly just true accumulations) of a foot or more. Power went out at various places around town too, I think. So with my luck, it will have gone out at my house--even if just for a second--and reset my VCR, which is currently timed to record the Navy game on Sat. So I wouldnt' be surprised if I get home on Saturday and the game didn't get taped. (So if anyone reads this and can, perhaps you could...tape it for me? 12pm eastern on CBS?) And of course, by Saturday it'll be 70 there again, and all the snow will be long melted. Sigh. Probably the one blizzard we'll get this year, and I missed it. But I suppose it's worth it. Man Peter looks so different! Very lean. It's weird. But fun, so that's good. Good stuff. Definitely worth missing snow. Snow melts. Peter's my brother.
But I do wish I had got to experience the loveliness of a true snow day (since I haven't for quite awhile now, as that would never ever happen at ND--unless there was, perhaps, 2 feet of snow on the ground or something)...oh well. I'm just happy it didn't happen yesterday, when it would have made driving here very difficult since it was bad this morning starting at like 4 in the morning apparently, and I'm definitely happy it won't happen next Friday. At least, I don't think it will.
Peter's graduating tomorrow!!!
But I do wish I had got to experience the loveliness of a true snow day (since I haven't for quite awhile now, as that would never ever happen at ND--unless there was, perhaps, 2 feet of snow on the ground or something)...oh well. I'm just happy it didn't happen yesterday, when it would have made driving here very difficult since it was bad this morning starting at like 4 in the morning apparently, and I'm definitely happy it won't happen next Friday. At least, I don't think it will.
Peter's graduating tomorrow!!!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Things
Apparently it's supposed to start snowing tomorrow night, and possibly snow on Thursday. And there's like a blizzard watch. Which means we'll probably get like two inches here. It's weird, because just two days ago the 5 day forecast was all temps in the 60s. So now it's all temps basically in the 60s, and one day in the 30s. A day which, of course, I will not be here. Oh well. It might affect Cathy because she and Bobby are driving out to Oklahoma on Thursday morning (parents and I are leaving tomorrow morning), so it might maybe mess them up. But chances are it won't. We're praying it won't because that'd suck. But anyway.
So yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow morning sometime. I think I'm taking my computer because Dad bought a power converter (inverter?), so I can plug my computer in during the drive if I want to. (I don't think he bought it specifically for me, as I hadn't even thought of that before he mentioned it.) But I don't know if I'll have Internet anywhere while we're out in Oklahoma. Which brings me to my next point...
I found a camera on ebay, used, but basically what I'm looking for--a 5900, so not quite as good as the 7900 (and not black like the 7900) but it's only $125. Well, the "buy it now" price is $125. Which is a really good price. According to the seller it works perfectly fine, looks perfectly fine, etc. Now, I could buy it now for that price, or wait a little while to see if it gets bids--I'm sure it will. And if I don't have internet access, that wouldn't work anyway. I'm so very very tempted to get it now...I'm a little concerned about bringing it up to my dad right now though. He's all wound up about stuff and he's in one of these moods where I don't really want to talk to him because he'll just take it the wrong way and take it as one more thing to get annoyed and stressed over...And I'm especially hesitant because it deals with money, and he's always so weird about money, especially for me because I have to save everything I have so I'll have enough to pay what I need to out of pocket for next semester...argh.
Ok so he took it better than I expected. And now I'm debating between doing the buy it now, or holding off for a little while. Apparently we can use a modem in the room we have, so I can check tomorrow or Thursday or whatever. It looks like this guy tried to sell it a few days ago and no one bought it, but it also looks like there's not a lot of people buying this kind of camera right now. So I think I'll hold off before even putting in a bid. For some reason it seems like people might be more likely to bid on it if someone else has started bidding, so I'll wait. Take my chances. And see. Hopefully it'll work out, and hopefully also (if I do get it) I can receive it before I leave for ND next week. Which might possibly require paying a little more, but I'm not sure how much more I'd be willing to spend...so we'll see. Hopefully it'll work out.
Ok, so I guess that's it for now. Who knows when I'll get back here to update. But I'm so excited to be able to see Peter! Man I miss that kid. Should be a fun few days, even if Tom won't be there and even if it won't be enough time. Dude I'm just so excited for the next two weeks, to the extent that I normally would be concerned something will happen to mess it all up, but I don't know, I'm too excited to think about anything messing it up! Hopefully nothing will. Yay for seeing Peter!
So yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow morning sometime. I think I'm taking my computer because Dad bought a power converter (inverter?), so I can plug my computer in during the drive if I want to. (I don't think he bought it specifically for me, as I hadn't even thought of that before he mentioned it.) But I don't know if I'll have Internet anywhere while we're out in Oklahoma. Which brings me to my next point...
I found a camera on ebay, used, but basically what I'm looking for--a 5900, so not quite as good as the 7900 (and not black like the 7900) but it's only $125. Well, the "buy it now" price is $125. Which is a really good price. According to the seller it works perfectly fine, looks perfectly fine, etc. Now, I could buy it now for that price, or wait a little while to see if it gets bids--I'm sure it will. And if I don't have internet access, that wouldn't work anyway. I'm so very very tempted to get it now...I'm a little concerned about bringing it up to my dad right now though. He's all wound up about stuff and he's in one of these moods where I don't really want to talk to him because he'll just take it the wrong way and take it as one more thing to get annoyed and stressed over...And I'm especially hesitant because it deals with money, and he's always so weird about money, especially for me because I have to save everything I have so I'll have enough to pay what I need to out of pocket for next semester...argh.
Ok so he took it better than I expected. And now I'm debating between doing the buy it now, or holding off for a little while. Apparently we can use a modem in the room we have, so I can check tomorrow or Thursday or whatever. It looks like this guy tried to sell it a few days ago and no one bought it, but it also looks like there's not a lot of people buying this kind of camera right now. So I think I'll hold off before even putting in a bid. For some reason it seems like people might be more likely to bid on it if someone else has started bidding, so I'll wait. Take my chances. And see. Hopefully it'll work out, and hopefully also (if I do get it) I can receive it before I leave for ND next week. Which might possibly require paying a little more, but I'm not sure how much more I'd be willing to spend...so we'll see. Hopefully it'll work out.
Ok, so I guess that's it for now. Who knows when I'll get back here to update. But I'm so excited to be able to see Peter! Man I miss that kid. Should be a fun few days, even if Tom won't be there and even if it won't be enough time. Dude I'm just so excited for the next two weeks, to the extent that I normally would be concerned something will happen to mess it all up, but I don't know, I'm too excited to think about anything messing it up! Hopefully nothing will. Yay for seeing Peter!
Oh boy oh boy!
I just found out that, as a myspace account holder, I can watch the season premiere of The OC a week before it airs on TV!!! Words cannot express my intense excitement.
Oh yeah. That show's a piece of poo. haha. Ok sorry.
Crud I was going to say something else too...Oh yeah! And in this, I am being serious. (Apparently people have a hard time telling whether I'm serious or not with any given comment. haha. Can you imagine that?) We rented Akeelah and the Bee, that movie that was ridiculously promoted by Starbucks last year (I remember the Starbucks at school having all these words all over the place, and one of them--I forget what the word was--reminded me of Samardzija, and it made me laugh every time I went in there and saw it). We got it in the mail today (we do the blockbuster online thing, like Netflix only it's blockbuster) and watched it tonight. It is a really really good movie. Quite enjoyable. Very wonderful, and that makes me happy. Might become one of my favorites. Plus, Laurence Fishburne is in it, and he's really good in it. Actually, pretty much everyone in it is really good. So if you haven't seen it yet, rent it. It's definitely worth a watch.
Oh yeah. That show's a piece of poo. haha. Ok sorry.
Crud I was going to say something else too...Oh yeah! And in this, I am being serious. (Apparently people have a hard time telling whether I'm serious or not with any given comment. haha. Can you imagine that?) We rented Akeelah and the Bee, that movie that was ridiculously promoted by Starbucks last year (I remember the Starbucks at school having all these words all over the place, and one of them--I forget what the word was--reminded me of Samardzija, and it made me laugh every time I went in there and saw it). We got it in the mail today (we do the blockbuster online thing, like Netflix only it's blockbuster) and watched it tonight. It is a really really good movie. Quite enjoyable. Very wonderful, and that makes me happy. Might become one of my favorites. Plus, Laurence Fishburne is in it, and he's really good in it. Actually, pretty much everyone in it is really good. So if you haven't seen it yet, rent it. It's definitely worth a watch.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
huh
I don't feel good at the moment. But it will pass.
Driving to campus this afternoon to go to Latin, I was switching around the radio stations to find a good song. On three of the six pre-set stations on my radio, there were three different Faith Hill songs playing. And only one of those three stations was a country station. It was weird. You know, I find that I dislike a lot more female voices than male voices. I'll stay listening to a song if it's a guy a lot more often than if I land on a song and it's a girl singing. I'm not sure why. But I do also prefer the sound of a solo cello over the sound of a solo violin--even though I play the violin. But for that matter, I'm also a girl, so I guess what I am or play doesn't matter with what I prefer. Hm.
Pikes Peak, and the whole mountain range actually, looked luscious today, at least when I got out of history a little after noon. They're all snowy, well parts of them at least, and it's nice pure white snow, and at that point in the day they were against the background of gray clouds which for some reason just made them look really really lovely. Perhaps it's my natural immediate delight in anything with clouds, but I thought it all just looked really nice. But then, they're the mountains. They always look nice.
It was quite weird to get out of Latin today, a little after 6, and have it be getting towards dark already. I know that the days are getting shorter, but a part of me is still in summer-mode, perhaps due to the fact that I'm home, and I expect it still to stay light until it's at least a little later in the day. And yet, at the same time, I keep wanting it to be December, and feeling in December/winter/Christmas mode (like when I was driving home tonight, and came over a hill headed down the hill, faced with lots of people's red taillights since it was dark out and people had their lights on, and for a split second all those red lights made me think it was Christmas time and I was seeing Christmas lights somewhere). I most definitely have Christmas on the brain. (And unrelated, but exciting nonetheless, I already have like half of my Christmas shopping done, without even trying! Well, half of the people I absolutely have to get gifts for--namely, family. So that's exciting and out of the ordinary for me.)
Driving to campus this afternoon to go to Latin, I was switching around the radio stations to find a good song. On three of the six pre-set stations on my radio, there were three different Faith Hill songs playing. And only one of those three stations was a country station. It was weird. You know, I find that I dislike a lot more female voices than male voices. I'll stay listening to a song if it's a guy a lot more often than if I land on a song and it's a girl singing. I'm not sure why. But I do also prefer the sound of a solo cello over the sound of a solo violin--even though I play the violin. But for that matter, I'm also a girl, so I guess what I am or play doesn't matter with what I prefer. Hm.
Pikes Peak, and the whole mountain range actually, looked luscious today, at least when I got out of history a little after noon. They're all snowy, well parts of them at least, and it's nice pure white snow, and at that point in the day they were against the background of gray clouds which for some reason just made them look really really lovely. Perhaps it's my natural immediate delight in anything with clouds, but I thought it all just looked really nice. But then, they're the mountains. They always look nice.
It was quite weird to get out of Latin today, a little after 6, and have it be getting towards dark already. I know that the days are getting shorter, but a part of me is still in summer-mode, perhaps due to the fact that I'm home, and I expect it still to stay light until it's at least a little later in the day. And yet, at the same time, I keep wanting it to be December, and feeling in December/winter/Christmas mode (like when I was driving home tonight, and came over a hill headed down the hill, faced with lots of people's red taillights since it was dark out and people had their lights on, and for a split second all those red lights made me think it was Christmas time and I was seeing Christmas lights somewhere). I most definitely have Christmas on the brain. (And unrelated, but exciting nonetheless, I already have like half of my Christmas shopping done, without even trying! Well, half of the people I absolutely have to get gifts for--namely, family. So that's exciting and out of the ordinary for me.)
Summer of 69
I just heard this song on the radio coming back from class. I know it's an old song, but my association for it will forever be tied to the first ND home football game I ever attended. It was one of the songs the band played during halftime (and in the concert on the steps before the game, of course), and before that I hadn't really heard it much. So now every time I hear it, I think of ND football. That song, and Eye of the Tiger (although that one also has associations with senior year of high school and the day in history when our sub didn't show up for half the class, and one of the goofball guys in the class pretended to be the "teacher" and proceeded to teach us about...well I forget what exactly, but it was some real historical person, and that song. It was funny, whatever it was), and Crazy Train or whatever it's called...I don't remember a lot of the songs that have been played during halftime shows since then, but I'll always remember that one. Hopefully. Unless my memory goes or something.
Anyway. Just thought I'd share.
Anyway. Just thought I'd share.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Snah
Homer: You know, there's a lesson to all this. It's better to watch stuff than to do stuff.
Bart: A-men.
Man, I just...and....you know...poo...and...yeah. Too bad it's hard to write out non-words, or just random sounds I tend to make when I have no idea what I'm trying to say...
Can I give you all a piece of advice? If you're out shopping in the mall or wherever, don't walk into a store with five or ten minutes left before that store is going to close without a clear idea of a specific thing you're going to look at/purchase. Don't go in and randomly look around, try on lots of stuff, and kind of just wander. Don't do it. Just don't. Especially if you're a creepy guy who creeps out the sales associate trying to help you/get rid of you. (And I guess it's slightly more acceptable to do this whole go in right before closing if you buy something, and aren't still in there ten minutes past closing time.)
Yeah.
I ran over a curb on my way home. And pretty definitively, too. I've done it lots of times, but mostly in the van. The van is high, so it's not really that big a deal when I slightly hit a curb. In my relatively low car, though, I don't think it's too good...I also think I hit a political sign that was in the grass next to the curb I hit. I think I was pretty far on the curb there. ...woops. I was freaked out all the way home that I had ruined my car. still not entirely convinced I didn't, but hopefully I didn't. It never would have happened had I not decided I needed a little bit of gas to get me through tomorrow. I didn't fill up because I'm guessing that by the time we get back on Saturday, it'll be cheaper, so there's no point in filling up now.
I'm sick of some stuff here. Like...work. And...not being at school.
I feel like I need a really good cry right now. But I don't really have anything to let it loose, so to speak. Hm...what to do...
Everything feels so out of whack right now. I just want it to be righted.
Oh man I can't wait for the season premiere of The OC. Oh, wait, yeah that's right, I hate that show. Although I do associate it slightly with some bit of ND, which of course makes it slightly better. But it's still the OC, so not much.
I think I'm going to go on a no-eating sprint the next two weeks. Yeah, ok, I could never do that. But I do need to start eating less. I have no self-control. I should just make my dad eat all the food we have in the house that I shouldn't be eating, and then eat less of the stuff I should eat. Sigh. I need to exercise too. Why is it so darn hard for me even just to go take a walk? At least I do that a couple times a week.
I think I should rent The Never-Ending Story one of these days. I remember (vaguely) seeing it as a kid, probably close to 15 years ago, but I barely remember the basic plotline. If at all.
I like my new desktop background a great deal. Can't look at it without smiling. :-)
Know what's weird? When I read that someone was born in like...'89 or something, I think to myself that they must be young. Or, the image I get in my mind, what I associate with people born around then, is fairly young. But then, when I hear that someone is like 16 or 17 or 18, I don't think that's young. Yet, that's the same as someone being born in 88 or 89 or 90. I'm not quite sure why I associate different images of a person based on either the year they were born or the age they are. It's the same thing in the end. And probably none of this makes sense either...
But do I ever?
Bart: A-men.
Man, I just...and....you know...poo...and...yeah. Too bad it's hard to write out non-words, or just random sounds I tend to make when I have no idea what I'm trying to say...
Can I give you all a piece of advice? If you're out shopping in the mall or wherever, don't walk into a store with five or ten minutes left before that store is going to close without a clear idea of a specific thing you're going to look at/purchase. Don't go in and randomly look around, try on lots of stuff, and kind of just wander. Don't do it. Just don't. Especially if you're a creepy guy who creeps out the sales associate trying to help you/get rid of you. (And I guess it's slightly more acceptable to do this whole go in right before closing if you buy something, and aren't still in there ten minutes past closing time.)
Yeah.
I ran over a curb on my way home. And pretty definitively, too. I've done it lots of times, but mostly in the van. The van is high, so it's not really that big a deal when I slightly hit a curb. In my relatively low car, though, I don't think it's too good...I also think I hit a political sign that was in the grass next to the curb I hit. I think I was pretty far on the curb there. ...woops. I was freaked out all the way home that I had ruined my car. still not entirely convinced I didn't, but hopefully I didn't. It never would have happened had I not decided I needed a little bit of gas to get me through tomorrow. I didn't fill up because I'm guessing that by the time we get back on Saturday, it'll be cheaper, so there's no point in filling up now.
I'm sick of some stuff here. Like...work. And...not being at school.
I feel like I need a really good cry right now. But I don't really have anything to let it loose, so to speak. Hm...what to do...
Everything feels so out of whack right now. I just want it to be righted.
Oh man I can't wait for the season premiere of The OC. Oh, wait, yeah that's right, I hate that show. Although I do associate it slightly with some bit of ND, which of course makes it slightly better. But it's still the OC, so not much.
I think I'm going to go on a no-eating sprint the next two weeks. Yeah, ok, I could never do that. But I do need to start eating less. I have no self-control. I should just make my dad eat all the food we have in the house that I shouldn't be eating, and then eat less of the stuff I should eat. Sigh. I need to exercise too. Why is it so darn hard for me even just to go take a walk? At least I do that a couple times a week.
I think I should rent The Never-Ending Story one of these days. I remember (vaguely) seeing it as a kid, probably close to 15 years ago, but I barely remember the basic plotline. If at all.
I like my new desktop background a great deal. Can't look at it without smiling. :-)
Know what's weird? When I read that someone was born in like...'89 or something, I think to myself that they must be young. Or, the image I get in my mind, what I associate with people born around then, is fairly young. But then, when I hear that someone is like 16 or 17 or 18, I don't think that's young. Yet, that's the same as someone being born in 88 or 89 or 90. I'm not quite sure why I associate different images of a person based on either the year they were born or the age they are. It's the same thing in the end. And probably none of this makes sense either...
But do I ever?
Count 'em
I am so incredibly blessed. And much as I like to complain about things, I do know that I'm blessed. Much more so than I deserve.
(But I do still miss my CDs...)
(But I do still miss my CDs...)
Stuff and things
Know who I really miss seeing? Fr. Rocca (the rector of the Basilica). I've always liked him, and I miss seeing him every week at Mass. Not quite sure why I like him so much, but you know he's gotta be pretty cool if he's the rector of the Basilica (pretty much the best building on campus). I also very much miss incense (mmm...perfume of the saints...kind of). And all that stuff. And I'm already very much looking forward to Holy Week spent in the Basilica again. Only, getting there for the Masses much earlier this time. But I have a few months (like...6? Not quite sure when Easter is next year, but I think it's mid-April) to figure that out. But dude, two weekends from now, I will get (almost) all of my absolute favorite parts of Notre Dame jam-packed into one three-day stint. Twill be exquisite.
And yes, I know I'm still years away (at least, if ever), but doesn't this sound like it'd be a beautiful wedding ceremony? Aside from the whole hassle of finding people to do it and all. Now, I've never been to a Tridentine Mass. I've heard they're beyond beautiful, but there's only one parish anywhere near where I live (I think) that does it, and I'm a little intimidated to try it. However, I certainly would love to be able to have a Novus Ordo Mass said in Latin, or at least partially in Latin, and perhaps partially chanted (maybe along the lines of a Mass I attended this past January to celebrate the feast day of St. Thomas Aquinas, which got me on this love Latin and chant at Mass kick). But who knows if I'd be able to have that, since it is hard to find people who would know how to participate in a Mass like that (like, for music, and servers, and whatnot). But hey, a girl can dream right?
Gotta complain about something for a second. It's something that's not surprising, and was expected, but is still ridiculously craptacular. Although perhaps not as much as I'm making it out to be. So, next Sunday we have a stupid meeting at work, for all five of us employees. Normally, these take place Sunday nights (apparently, although since I've worked there we've only had one--but it was a Sunday night after we closed). This time, though, it's Sunday morning. Before we open. So 10:30. Now, this in and of itself isn't a huge thing (although it means I have to alter my Mass schedule next week). The annoying thing is the fact that I have to go to work for half an hour, from 10:30-11:00 (and then 40 minutes to an hour of round-trip drive time), and then come back to work from 2:30-close. AND THEN, because that's not irritating enough, I have to stay until 7:30 because the floors are scheduled to be cleaned that night. How lovely is that. And you want to know the oh-so-unselfish reason that we're having the meeting in the morning instead of after we close? Because of the stupid Bronco game, to which I'm pretty sure my manager has tickets, and of course the Broncos come before his employee's...whatevers. I mean, seriously, how shitty is that? Making me come in for a friggin half hour and then come back just a couple hours later? And have to stay late, too? And here's one of the even more irritating things about this. The meeting was initially supposed to be, mostly, for everyone to get to know each other--because we were supposed to have seasonal people hired by now. We have a total of zero, with apparently very few good prospects. No one's been good enough so far, I guess. So what's the point of this stupid half hour meeting? Argh I'm so irritated. I know, it's partially my fault, because if I hadn't had to take this coming weekend off AND next weekend, I wouldn't have to work all these Sundays in a row (counting next Sunday it'll be 4 in a row, and luckily the Sunday after that I'll still be out of town otherwise I'd probably have to work that one too) and probably wouldn't have to work this next Sunday. I wasn't supposed to work last Sunday but had to because of stupid VMU and switching crap around and the other associate had done the last one and whatever. It's just sucky. And I don't know when I'm going to go to Mass next week. We probably won't be home from Oklahoma yet in time to go to the Saturday evening Mass, so I could go to the 7:30 Am Sunday one (ugh), or the 11:30 which is what I'll probably end up doing. But man, it's just...just another notch against that job. Not that I can really do anything about it now (although, by now, me not having a job really financially doesn't seem like it'd make that much of a difference with what I'm getting paid and the few hours I'm getting--and I know, I'm sure I'll be getting more once holiday rushes start, especially if no one's good enough to work at the wonderful amazing by special invitation only Wilsons Leather).
Question. Is it now a requirement of most music videos to include the singer and an extra having sex? I see very few music videos, admittedly, but it seems like most of them are all like "Oh look at me, I'm a famous singer, I'm having sex on my music video! Go me!" Psh. Maybe I should, while in conversation with them (haha), casually introduce the topic of "second virginity." As per my mom's suggestion from earlier tonight. Only that was regarding a person I actually have contact with and talk to. And not that I would ever really do that.
Mom saw that Toaster Strudels were on sale yesterday, and told me to get two boxes. (She's awesome.) I haven't had Toaster Strudels in quite awhile, it seems. At least, I didn't remember ever having to make them in a real toaster before, as I always used to use our toaster oven (FAR superior to a toaster, in Susie's opinion) before the parentals decided it was taking up too much room and delegated it to the basement. Mom keeps saying I can bring it back up and use it if I really want to (Taquitos just aren't the same when cooked in a microwave), but there's no where to put it. Anyway, I digress. We haven't had the toaster oven up here for awhile, I'm thinking around a year or so, so I can only assume that it's been at least that long (or longer) since I've had the strudels. Unless I'm brain farting and forgetting some other, more recent time we've had them. Which is entirely possible. Either way, toaster strudels are awesome. Those commercials most certainly don't lie.
I have a concerning amount of homework coming up...and yet I'm not doing any of it. For example, we have an English essay test thing due Tuesday. But then he pushed it back so we could turn it in Tuesday or Thursday. And then last Thursday he told us that we could turn it in Tuesday, Thursday, or the following Tuesday. The reason for the first extension is because this weekend was some Senior English comprehensive exam, so he wanted not to make those taking that test become overwhelmed with having to do that and then do his exam. And the second was because his stupid exam is two questions, and we have to do both--can't just pick one--and the total pages of both (together) should be around 9ish. And that's just not cool. We were ready to complain and try to get him to let us only have to do one of them, and then he pre-empted our complaints by saying we'd have until next Tuesday. I personally would much rather have to do only one and turn it in this Tues or Thurs, but alas, I don't have that choice. Sigh. And then a week after next Tuesday (so, the 7th), I have to turn in a book review for history. So I have to finish that book. And I'm not sure how long it's supposed to be, but I'm guessing 3-5 pages. I have to check on that, but yeah. Sigh. Oh well. I just really don't want to do the stupid English crap. And then there's other stuff later in the semester that will also be less than wonderful (thought papers--probably around 10 each--in both history and philo, but at least a rough of the history one is due in Nov sometime, so hopefully the final won't be too bad--as in, I won't have to write two ten page papers within a short period of time from each other. Just finalize one, and write the other). K I'm done rambling now. One bright spot--even though I'm missing another test in Latin this Thursday, my teacher was very understanding and when I offered to take the test this Tuesday because I felt bad, she said I could do it then if I'm ready, or just wait until next Tuesday, and that I'm "a little bit ahead" of most of the other class. So she's not concerned. And while that class is sometimes irritating, I really do like the prof, and I'm glad that for once! I'm doing well in a language. Seriously, the first time that's happened. 3rd time's a charm I guess. Plus Latin rocks. (And I think that the tests every two chapters really is a good way to do it, because it reinforces stuff a lot more, and I'm not just cramming all the info two or three times a semester and promptly forgetting most of it.)
Still lookin for a camera. There's one on Ebay I can get, a Nikon Coolpix 5900 plus a 512 mb memory card (twice as much as what I currently have, so that's a plus), plus a lens cleaning kit and a tripod. Would never think to want/need either of those two things, but hey, if it's included why not. And I can get it for like $180. (Or there's a 7900, slightly better, with 1gb, a leather camera bag, a tripod, and an extra battery, for $245.) Or a 5900 with the only extra being 1gb memory card, for $190. Anyway. I don't know if I want to spend $180, but I don't know if I can get the camera I want for any less than that. So either I downgrade what I'm looking at, or...I don't know. Fork up the extra cash I don't have. Either way, looks like I won't have one by the time I go to ND, which I guess won't be the end of the world.
So, the summer before freshman year I got a bunch of clothes from jcpenny online. Some sweaters, some 3/4 sleeve sweaters, probably some pants, etc. And I got a pair of comfy not-technically-sweatpants-but-close-enough pants. And I absolutely love them. I wish wish wish I had bought like ten pairs when I got the one pair. I could seriously wear these pants every day all day. I wear them a whole heck of a lot as it is (a lot of nights, I change into them after I get home from work or school). I have a few other pairs of pants in that genre, but they're just not as good. At least in part because they're not long enough. They're not highwaters, but definitely not long enough. I swear, if someone could find me another pair of pants like the ones I have that I love, I would be indebited to that person forever.
So I just saw this commercial thing, encouraging people to vote. A bunch of celebrity women, although most are women who I've seen and might even be able to tell you what TV show they're on (and to be honest I can only remember one of them, so there could have been more famous women in it, but it doesn't matter). They're all talking about voting, but until the very last line they're being vague about what they're talking about doing, and saying things that seem to be trying to make people think they're talking about having sex. I mean, unless I'm just completely warped by society and being cynical and all that. But to me, it seemed like they were trying to get people interested in watching this commercial with attractive women seemingly possibly talking about sex (although I knew that's not really what it'd be in the end, of course, it'd end up being something innocent, but it could have been anything) and then at the end throw some line about how you should vote, just to redeem the rest of the commercial. And again, perhaps I was just reading too much into it and putting stuff in there that shouldn't have been. But if I did that, I know I'm not the only one. It's just annoying. Do they have to resort to using sex (even if not directly) to get people to vote? Stupid question I guess.
Know what would make me happy? Priests promoting NFP at Mass. They tell us how we're not tithing enough all the time, several weekends a year at least (and two in a row now, for me--and for the record, I do need to tithe more than I do currently). Why don't they challenge us Catholics to do other things that are required by our faith other than give money? I was just reading a bunch of comments to a post on a blog I read sometimes, and it's about NFP (I think started by talking about a pamphlet regarding NFP that the USCCB will be putting out later this year), and lots of people agree that it would help just to hear what and why the church teaches about contraception. Because lots of people apparently just don't know. But I'd certainly be surprised to hear anything about that at Holy Apostles. Now, Holy Ghost in Denver, the priest we had the one time we went might say something about it. Sigh. Oh well.
Know what's crazy? Homeschooling is against the law in Germany. Left over from Hitler days, I think. He outlawed it (and any other school besides state-run schools) in like 1938. And it's still enforced. It's the 21st century, and people can go to jail in Germany for homeschooling their kids. Ridiculous. Also stupid (but on a much smaller level), a school in Boston finally got rid of the incredibly harmful game of tag. Too hurtful for kids. I mean, I know I narrowly missed some near-death experiences during my childhood days after being forced to play tag on the playground. Seriously, the parent who "witnessed enough near collisions"? Is she never going to let her child drive because she's witnessed near automobile accidents? How can it be good for kids to keep them from, well, being kids? Pretty soon recess (if it's still allowed at all) will consist of kids being allowed to go sit near (but not too near) the window and sit on their hands for fifteen minutes. Thrilling.
Dang I've written quite a bit too much tonight. Sorry. If you managed to stick around, well, sorry it didn't get more exciting. Now it's time for bed soon.
And yes, I know I'm still years away (at least, if ever), but doesn't this sound like it'd be a beautiful wedding ceremony? Aside from the whole hassle of finding people to do it and all. Now, I've never been to a Tridentine Mass. I've heard they're beyond beautiful, but there's only one parish anywhere near where I live (I think) that does it, and I'm a little intimidated to try it. However, I certainly would love to be able to have a Novus Ordo Mass said in Latin, or at least partially in Latin, and perhaps partially chanted (maybe along the lines of a Mass I attended this past January to celebrate the feast day of St. Thomas Aquinas, which got me on this love Latin and chant at Mass kick). But who knows if I'd be able to have that, since it is hard to find people who would know how to participate in a Mass like that (like, for music, and servers, and whatnot). But hey, a girl can dream right?
Gotta complain about something for a second. It's something that's not surprising, and was expected, but is still ridiculously craptacular. Although perhaps not as much as I'm making it out to be. So, next Sunday we have a stupid meeting at work, for all five of us employees. Normally, these take place Sunday nights (apparently, although since I've worked there we've only had one--but it was a Sunday night after we closed). This time, though, it's Sunday morning. Before we open. So 10:30. Now, this in and of itself isn't a huge thing (although it means I have to alter my Mass schedule next week). The annoying thing is the fact that I have to go to work for half an hour, from 10:30-11:00 (and then 40 minutes to an hour of round-trip drive time), and then come back to work from 2:30-close. AND THEN, because that's not irritating enough, I have to stay until 7:30 because the floors are scheduled to be cleaned that night. How lovely is that. And you want to know the oh-so-unselfish reason that we're having the meeting in the morning instead of after we close? Because of the stupid Bronco game, to which I'm pretty sure my manager has tickets, and of course the Broncos come before his employee's...whatevers. I mean, seriously, how shitty is that? Making me come in for a friggin half hour and then come back just a couple hours later? And have to stay late, too? And here's one of the even more irritating things about this. The meeting was initially supposed to be, mostly, for everyone to get to know each other--because we were supposed to have seasonal people hired by now. We have a total of zero, with apparently very few good prospects. No one's been good enough so far, I guess. So what's the point of this stupid half hour meeting? Argh I'm so irritated. I know, it's partially my fault, because if I hadn't had to take this coming weekend off AND next weekend, I wouldn't have to work all these Sundays in a row (counting next Sunday it'll be 4 in a row, and luckily the Sunday after that I'll still be out of town otherwise I'd probably have to work that one too) and probably wouldn't have to work this next Sunday. I wasn't supposed to work last Sunday but had to because of stupid VMU and switching crap around and the other associate had done the last one and whatever. It's just sucky. And I don't know when I'm going to go to Mass next week. We probably won't be home from Oklahoma yet in time to go to the Saturday evening Mass, so I could go to the 7:30 Am Sunday one (ugh), or the 11:30 which is what I'll probably end up doing. But man, it's just...just another notch against that job. Not that I can really do anything about it now (although, by now, me not having a job really financially doesn't seem like it'd make that much of a difference with what I'm getting paid and the few hours I'm getting--and I know, I'm sure I'll be getting more once holiday rushes start, especially if no one's good enough to work at the wonderful amazing by special invitation only Wilsons Leather).
Question. Is it now a requirement of most music videos to include the singer and an extra having sex? I see very few music videos, admittedly, but it seems like most of them are all like "Oh look at me, I'm a famous singer, I'm having sex on my music video! Go me!" Psh. Maybe I should, while in conversation with them (haha), casually introduce the topic of "second virginity." As per my mom's suggestion from earlier tonight. Only that was regarding a person I actually have contact with and talk to. And not that I would ever really do that.
Mom saw that Toaster Strudels were on sale yesterday, and told me to get two boxes. (She's awesome.) I haven't had Toaster Strudels in quite awhile, it seems. At least, I didn't remember ever having to make them in a real toaster before, as I always used to use our toaster oven (FAR superior to a toaster, in Susie's opinion) before the parentals decided it was taking up too much room and delegated it to the basement. Mom keeps saying I can bring it back up and use it if I really want to (Taquitos just aren't the same when cooked in a microwave), but there's no where to put it. Anyway, I digress. We haven't had the toaster oven up here for awhile, I'm thinking around a year or so, so I can only assume that it's been at least that long (or longer) since I've had the strudels. Unless I'm brain farting and forgetting some other, more recent time we've had them. Which is entirely possible. Either way, toaster strudels are awesome. Those commercials most certainly don't lie.
I have a concerning amount of homework coming up...and yet I'm not doing any of it. For example, we have an English essay test thing due Tuesday. But then he pushed it back so we could turn it in Tuesday or Thursday. And then last Thursday he told us that we could turn it in Tuesday, Thursday, or the following Tuesday. The reason for the first extension is because this weekend was some Senior English comprehensive exam, so he wanted not to make those taking that test become overwhelmed with having to do that and then do his exam. And the second was because his stupid exam is two questions, and we have to do both--can't just pick one--and the total pages of both (together) should be around 9ish. And that's just not cool. We were ready to complain and try to get him to let us only have to do one of them, and then he pre-empted our complaints by saying we'd have until next Tuesday. I personally would much rather have to do only one and turn it in this Tues or Thurs, but alas, I don't have that choice. Sigh. And then a week after next Tuesday (so, the 7th), I have to turn in a book review for history. So I have to finish that book. And I'm not sure how long it's supposed to be, but I'm guessing 3-5 pages. I have to check on that, but yeah. Sigh. Oh well. I just really don't want to do the stupid English crap. And then there's other stuff later in the semester that will also be less than wonderful (thought papers--probably around 10 each--in both history and philo, but at least a rough of the history one is due in Nov sometime, so hopefully the final won't be too bad--as in, I won't have to write two ten page papers within a short period of time from each other. Just finalize one, and write the other). K I'm done rambling now. One bright spot--even though I'm missing another test in Latin this Thursday, my teacher was very understanding and when I offered to take the test this Tuesday because I felt bad, she said I could do it then if I'm ready, or just wait until next Tuesday, and that I'm "a little bit ahead" of most of the other class. So she's not concerned. And while that class is sometimes irritating, I really do like the prof, and I'm glad that for once! I'm doing well in a language. Seriously, the first time that's happened. 3rd time's a charm I guess. Plus Latin rocks. (And I think that the tests every two chapters really is a good way to do it, because it reinforces stuff a lot more, and I'm not just cramming all the info two or three times a semester and promptly forgetting most of it.)
Still lookin for a camera. There's one on Ebay I can get, a Nikon Coolpix 5900 plus a 512 mb memory card (twice as much as what I currently have, so that's a plus), plus a lens cleaning kit and a tripod. Would never think to want/need either of those two things, but hey, if it's included why not. And I can get it for like $180. (Or there's a 7900, slightly better, with 1gb, a leather camera bag, a tripod, and an extra battery, for $245.) Or a 5900 with the only extra being 1gb memory card, for $190. Anyway. I don't know if I want to spend $180, but I don't know if I can get the camera I want for any less than that. So either I downgrade what I'm looking at, or...I don't know. Fork up the extra cash I don't have. Either way, looks like I won't have one by the time I go to ND, which I guess won't be the end of the world.
So, the summer before freshman year I got a bunch of clothes from jcpenny online. Some sweaters, some 3/4 sleeve sweaters, probably some pants, etc. And I got a pair of comfy not-technically-sweatpants-but-close-enough pants. And I absolutely love them. I wish wish wish I had bought like ten pairs when I got the one pair. I could seriously wear these pants every day all day. I wear them a whole heck of a lot as it is (a lot of nights, I change into them after I get home from work or school). I have a few other pairs of pants in that genre, but they're just not as good. At least in part because they're not long enough. They're not highwaters, but definitely not long enough. I swear, if someone could find me another pair of pants like the ones I have that I love, I would be indebited to that person forever.
So I just saw this commercial thing, encouraging people to vote. A bunch of celebrity women, although most are women who I've seen and might even be able to tell you what TV show they're on (and to be honest I can only remember one of them, so there could have been more famous women in it, but it doesn't matter). They're all talking about voting, but until the very last line they're being vague about what they're talking about doing, and saying things that seem to be trying to make people think they're talking about having sex. I mean, unless I'm just completely warped by society and being cynical and all that. But to me, it seemed like they were trying to get people interested in watching this commercial with attractive women seemingly possibly talking about sex (although I knew that's not really what it'd be in the end, of course, it'd end up being something innocent, but it could have been anything) and then at the end throw some line about how you should vote, just to redeem the rest of the commercial. And again, perhaps I was just reading too much into it and putting stuff in there that shouldn't have been. But if I did that, I know I'm not the only one. It's just annoying. Do they have to resort to using sex (even if not directly) to get people to vote? Stupid question I guess.
Know what would make me happy? Priests promoting NFP at Mass. They tell us how we're not tithing enough all the time, several weekends a year at least (and two in a row now, for me--and for the record, I do need to tithe more than I do currently). Why don't they challenge us Catholics to do other things that are required by our faith other than give money? I was just reading a bunch of comments to a post on a blog I read sometimes, and it's about NFP (I think started by talking about a pamphlet regarding NFP that the USCCB will be putting out later this year), and lots of people agree that it would help just to hear what and why the church teaches about contraception. Because lots of people apparently just don't know. But I'd certainly be surprised to hear anything about that at Holy Apostles. Now, Holy Ghost in Denver, the priest we had the one time we went might say something about it. Sigh. Oh well.
Know what's crazy? Homeschooling is against the law in Germany. Left over from Hitler days, I think. He outlawed it (and any other school besides state-run schools) in like 1938. And it's still enforced. It's the 21st century, and people can go to jail in Germany for homeschooling their kids. Ridiculous. Also stupid (but on a much smaller level), a school in Boston finally got rid of the incredibly harmful game of tag. Too hurtful for kids. I mean, I know I narrowly missed some near-death experiences during my childhood days after being forced to play tag on the playground. Seriously, the parent who "witnessed enough near collisions"? Is she never going to let her child drive because she's witnessed near automobile accidents? How can it be good for kids to keep them from, well, being kids? Pretty soon recess (if it's still allowed at all) will consist of kids being allowed to go sit near (but not too near) the window and sit on their hands for fifteen minutes. Thrilling.
Dang I've written quite a bit too much tonight. Sorry. If you managed to stick around, well, sorry it didn't get more exciting. Now it's time for bed soon.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Satisfaction
I have some really really great friends. Much better than I give them credit for, because I tend to think people don't really care that much about me. Which, I know, is defeatist and stupid. But the truth is, I have great friends. And that makes me so happy.
And I have a great family. Yesterday/last night was just wonderful. Watching the game with my parents, getting ridiculously excited with my mom (who has come to love ND football almost as much as me, possibly) after the game-winning TD, going on some errands with her, and spending a few hours with Cathy and Jason when we got home. And Jason. Man he was so much fun last night. We bought two bags of cat litter at the store, and Jason got oddly excited when I brought them in and put them against the wall by the door to go downstairs. He went over to them, knocked both over, and proceeded to start standing on them and just playing on and around them. It was a little weird, but hilarious. And I went over and was sitting next to them, and then he started "jumping" (more like leaning/falling) into my lap, and I would catch him and tickle him and he would laugh and laugh. And all night he would every once in awhile go over to them, look at me, and I'd go sit where I had been, and he'd smile all big and stuff and we'd start playing again. It was just so much fun. He's awesome. He (well, and the rest of my family too) makes this semester worth it. Much as I sometimes wish I was at Notre Dame right now, it is great being with them. And my pets. Well, lately Blackie's not my favorite, especially after she puked on my bed for a second time (well the first time I am just guessing was her, this time I'm pretty much certain, but it wasn't technically throw up--it was a gross hairball. Still nasty, and still required me to wash my top sheet, my comforter, and my crocheted blanket). But I do enjoy the animals. When they're not annoying. ;-)
And I have a great family. Yesterday/last night was just wonderful. Watching the game with my parents, getting ridiculously excited with my mom (who has come to love ND football almost as much as me, possibly) after the game-winning TD, going on some errands with her, and spending a few hours with Cathy and Jason when we got home. And Jason. Man he was so much fun last night. We bought two bags of cat litter at the store, and Jason got oddly excited when I brought them in and put them against the wall by the door to go downstairs. He went over to them, knocked both over, and proceeded to start standing on them and just playing on and around them. It was a little weird, but hilarious. And I went over and was sitting next to them, and then he started "jumping" (more like leaning/falling) into my lap, and I would catch him and tickle him and he would laugh and laugh. And all night he would every once in awhile go over to them, look at me, and I'd go sit where I had been, and he'd smile all big and stuff and we'd start playing again. It was just so much fun. He's awesome. He (well, and the rest of my family too) makes this semester worth it. Much as I sometimes wish I was at Notre Dame right now, it is great being with them. And my pets. Well, lately Blackie's not my favorite, especially after she puked on my bed for a second time (well the first time I am just guessing was her, this time I'm pretty much certain, but it wasn't technically throw up--it was a gross hairball. Still nasty, and still required me to wash my top sheet, my comforter, and my crocheted blanket). But I do enjoy the animals. When they're not annoying. ;-)
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Man I love it.
The ND-UCLA game just finished. It was a nail biter. We were down most of the game, 14-7 and then 14-10 for awhile. Then it was 14-13, and then 17-13. And we kept just giving up opportunities. Our defense did play fairly wonderfully today, however (despite some HORRIBLE calls or lack thereof, like no holding calls on them when there were blatant holds on our guys that should have been penalties for UCLA, and the head-scratcher of a pass interference called against one of our guys that definitely wasn't a PI). Anyway. We managed to get the ball back with 1:02. No timeouts for either team (we had used ours on UCLA's last drive, because they didn't have any and we needed to keep the clock stopped as much as possible), and Brady threw a few (three, maybe?) wonderful throws in a row, and finally faked it, ran to the side a bit, threw to a wide-open Jeff Samardzija who ran, broke a few tackles, and made it to the endzone! For the game-winning touchdown, making the score 20-17 (with the good extra point). Holy geez it was amazing. me and Mom were jumping and screaming, as was the entire stadium and the team and everyone! Aside from the UCLA fans and team, of course. And we got a great sack on UCLA's quarterback for the last play of the game, as there was about 27 seconds left after our score. But man was it amazing. A-MA-ZING. Just saweet. Absolutely. Never ever give up on this Irish team. Despite how bad things might look. I mean, the rest of the game wasn't pretty, especially on offense. No doubt about that. But that last play of our possession was just awesome.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Titles are stupid
Homer: A hampster ball!
Ned: Just like the one that saved Ezekiel!
Milhouse: What was that?
Lisa: It sounded like a silo tipping over.
Superintendent Chalmers: There better be a good explanation for this, Skinner.
Bart: There is, sir.
Chalmers: Oh good, then I'm satisfied.
Turkey bacon is yummmmmy.
Know what I was thinking about the other day? I'm not sure why I thought of this, but I remembered suddenly that in 6th grade, I got a B in the one quarter of gym that I took. First quarter of my middle school career, I believe. The only B I got that quarter. Gym. Know why I got a B in gym? Because we had to take written exams on different sports or something, and on one of them (I forget what now) I got like a C on that test. So I got a B in gym because I got like the worst grade I had ever and have ever since gotten on any test. In gym. I thought it was ridiculous then, and I still do. But it's also funny that I got a B in gym, because that's like a joke class, and people always joke about not getting A's in gym. Anyway. Just thought I'd share.
I got my hair cut today. It turned out well enough, but I wish I had gone a little shorter. Oh well. I'll be getting another one in a couple months anyway. But apparently, I have really good hair color. The lady doing my hair asked me if it was natural, and I said it was, and then she said "Wow, it's so nice!" And she asked if I had ever gotten it colored, and I said no because I'm too scared to (I don't want to fall into the cycle of having to keep getting it done and whatnot). And then a little later, another one of the hairdressers was coloring the hair of a third, and the third said something about "your client's color is great," speaking to the lady doing my hair, and she said something about how it's totally natural and whatnot. Anyway. Apparently I have good color in my hair. Which is funny, because it's boring brown. But hey, I'll take any compliments I can get.
Dude. This is horrible, yet funny. Grammar is fast becoming a lost art. (As evidenced, in part, by the fact that apparently all but about one of the letters to the editor in today's (yesterday's?) paper contained split infinitives, and the one that didn't was written by someone complaining about, surprise surprise, bad grammar. Or something like that. I forget. Dad was reading them and told me about it.) But seriously, click on the link to read excerpts from some of the letters. It's hilarious.
I wanna go to Ireland.
Ned: Just like the one that saved Ezekiel!
Milhouse: What was that?
Lisa: It sounded like a silo tipping over.
Superintendent Chalmers: There better be a good explanation for this, Skinner.
Bart: There is, sir.
Chalmers: Oh good, then I'm satisfied.
Turkey bacon is yummmmmy.
Know what I was thinking about the other day? I'm not sure why I thought of this, but I remembered suddenly that in 6th grade, I got a B in the one quarter of gym that I took. First quarter of my middle school career, I believe. The only B I got that quarter. Gym. Know why I got a B in gym? Because we had to take written exams on different sports or something, and on one of them (I forget what now) I got like a C on that test. So I got a B in gym because I got like the worst grade I had ever and have ever since gotten on any test. In gym. I thought it was ridiculous then, and I still do. But it's also funny that I got a B in gym, because that's like a joke class, and people always joke about not getting A's in gym. Anyway. Just thought I'd share.
I got my hair cut today. It turned out well enough, but I wish I had gone a little shorter. Oh well. I'll be getting another one in a couple months anyway. But apparently, I have really good hair color. The lady doing my hair asked me if it was natural, and I said it was, and then she said "Wow, it's so nice!" And she asked if I had ever gotten it colored, and I said no because I'm too scared to (I don't want to fall into the cycle of having to keep getting it done and whatnot). And then a little later, another one of the hairdressers was coloring the hair of a third, and the third said something about "your client's color is great," speaking to the lady doing my hair, and she said something about how it's totally natural and whatnot. Anyway. Apparently I have good color in my hair. Which is funny, because it's boring brown. But hey, I'll take any compliments I can get.
Dude. This is horrible, yet funny. Grammar is fast becoming a lost art. (As evidenced, in part, by the fact that apparently all but about one of the letters to the editor in today's (yesterday's?) paper contained split infinitives, and the one that didn't was written by someone complaining about, surprise surprise, bad grammar. Or something like that. I forget. Dad was reading them and told me about it.) But seriously, click on the link to read excerpts from some of the letters. It's hilarious.
I wanna go to Ireland.
TV and cameras and Snuffleupagus
Simpsons quote of the day:
Marge: How did someone so sensitive end up here?
Jack: Well, I shot a guy named Apu.
Marge: Oh...well, lots of people shoot Apu. It's just a $100 fine now.
I love the Simpsons. Always makes me laugh. Quickly becoming a favorite show that I might consider getting on DVD. I have a total of two shows on DVD, and both are just the first seasons. One, American Dreams, I would buy seasons 2 and 3 in a heartbeat...but they haven't been released, and I don't think it's looking good for them ever to be released. The other is Full House, and I keep wanting to buy other seasons, but I haven't yet. I also might buy Early Edition, but those aren't out on DVD either. And I won't be holding my breath for that. (Man, there's lots of good shows from when I was younger that I would love to have on DVD--Promised Land, Second Noah, ...Early Edition...I guess a lot of shows that I can't see on reruns because either they'd never be in syndication anywhere, or because I don't have cable. Like, if we had cable I could see Boy Meets World reruns. That'd be fun. I greatly enjoyed that show.) Anyway.
So I'm giving myself a headache trying to figure out what camera I want to get. I'm tempted to just make it easy on myself and get a replacement of the one I have now, which I could probably get for less than $80 on ebay. But if I'm going to shell out money, I might as well upgrade at least a little bit, right? So I think I've finally decided just to pick one that sounds good and go with it. So I think it'll be either the Nikon Coolpix 5900 or 7900. I like the black of the 7900, and the vibration reduction thing seems cool, but just as with Josh Groban's new CD and the one extra song, I don't think I would be able to justify the extra cost that would be, just for those two things. But maybe if a good deal comes along on ebay...But man, it's just so confusing trying to figure out what a good camera is. I wanted to stick with Nikon Coolpix because I like Nikon (I really do love my camera, the disabled one that is), and I wanted to make sure to get a camera that's compatible with the memory card I have (I don't know what other brands use, they might use the same type but I didn't even want to go exploring that far out. Too much even within the Nikon Coolpix). And as I said before, I did want to get one that can use the battery I have with my current camera, because it's always nice to have an extra battery, right? So the 5900/7900 seems like a good choice, for the most part. Everything I looked at had something that people liked and something people didn't like. I was starting to lean towards one tonight, and on amazon it had the full 5 stars from people's reviews (which is better than most of the other coolpix I looked at on there), but then in one of the last reviews I read, someone mentioned that the movie function doesn't have sound. That just crossed it out right there. How could you get a camera that does movies but doesn't have sound? What's the use in that? So anyway. Sigh. I make things too complicated.
Leno just came on, and for the musical guest section, they said "The music of Kevin Federline" and I just had to laugh because, who calls that stuff music? Update: He's on now, and man his dancing is almost as good as his singing. Wow.
Question. Why do people get so annoyed when things happen that are cliche? Like things in movies, or books, or in real life (like with certain ways of proposing marriage, etc). I mean, I get the whole thing about people wanting everything to be new and original, but the reason things become cliche is that they work, and people like them, and stuff like that. For example, people have said that it's "so cliche" to propose on a billboard thing at a sporting event, or like...I don't know...with a fly-over plane or something like that. (Or, to be ND-centric, proposing at the Grotto.) Just because it's been done before doesn't make it bad.
Every time I look at a picture of me pre-Invisalign, I cringe a little. I will forever be grateful that I was able to get that taken care of. Yeah, it's mostly just a cosmetic thing, but man it's wonderful not to have to be embarrassed to have an open-mouth smile in pictures. Anyway.
I just took one of those online personality quizzes, this one being "Which Sesame Street Personality are you" or something like that. None of the answers in each of the five questions really fit me, so I ended up with Bert--and one of the descriptions of his (and my, apparently) personality is being a neat freak. Clearly that's not me. But apparently he has a "passion" for bottle caps? I find this interesting because as some of you may know, I used to collect bottle caps. Disgusting to me now, but I think I still have an old toolbox full of bottle caps--mostly beer ones, mostly collected in this one area at Palmer Park that we used to visit every once in awhile. And now that I'm thinking about this, maybe I got the idea from Bert? I don't really remember watching Sesame Street a whole lot, but I know I did at least sometimes, so perhaps that would make sense. But does anyone remember what exactly his thing with bottle caps was? Did he collect them too or something? (For the record, the full description is: "Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them! You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you. You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil. How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others." Perhaps it's not entirely as far off as I initially thought. Except for the whole neat freak thing. Here's the quiz if anyone's bored.) I wanted to be Snuffleupagus, but that's not a possible answer I guess. I really have no idea what his (her?) personality is like, I just happen to love that character for some reason. By far the coolest name, that's for darn sure.
I just took a Muppet personality test, and I'd say I'm happy with those results.
Years and years ago, McDonald's or something like that were giving out (I'm sure you had to pay a couple bucks for them) Muppet stuffed animal doll things. We all got one. I don't remember if we all got the same one, but I got Fozzie. I like Fozzie. So this makes me happy. (We have some movie taped from TV from years ago, the way we used to get lots of our movies, and it has a commercial for these dolls on it. I love watching those old commerials. I don't remember what movie that was though...hm. I think it was Mary Poppins.)
Boooo. Catholic social services agencies (and those of other religions) now have to cover contraception for their employees, even though the Catholic Church is against contraception. How crappy. And the quote at the bottom of the article is true. Next step is being forced to provide abortion coverage for employees. Ugh.
I just switched the TV to Conan, and some dude (the musical guest, who I rarely if ever watch on Conan as he has obscure and often crappy people on for musical guests) is sitting there at a piano, playing, dressed like some English soldier from the Revolutionary War. With that tri-point hat thing (forget what they're called) and that red coat, and...it's weird. And I will never know the story behind it, as I already changed the channel.
Methinks it's time for bed.
Marge: How did someone so sensitive end up here?
Jack: Well, I shot a guy named Apu.
Marge: Oh...well, lots of people shoot Apu. It's just a $100 fine now.
I love the Simpsons. Always makes me laugh. Quickly becoming a favorite show that I might consider getting on DVD. I have a total of two shows on DVD, and both are just the first seasons. One, American Dreams, I would buy seasons 2 and 3 in a heartbeat...but they haven't been released, and I don't think it's looking good for them ever to be released. The other is Full House, and I keep wanting to buy other seasons, but I haven't yet. I also might buy Early Edition, but those aren't out on DVD either. And I won't be holding my breath for that. (Man, there's lots of good shows from when I was younger that I would love to have on DVD--Promised Land, Second Noah, ...Early Edition...I guess a lot of shows that I can't see on reruns because either they'd never be in syndication anywhere, or because I don't have cable. Like, if we had cable I could see Boy Meets World reruns. That'd be fun. I greatly enjoyed that show.) Anyway.
So I'm giving myself a headache trying to figure out what camera I want to get. I'm tempted to just make it easy on myself and get a replacement of the one I have now, which I could probably get for less than $80 on ebay. But if I'm going to shell out money, I might as well upgrade at least a little bit, right? So I think I've finally decided just to pick one that sounds good and go with it. So I think it'll be either the Nikon Coolpix 5900 or 7900. I like the black of the 7900, and the vibration reduction thing seems cool, but just as with Josh Groban's new CD and the one extra song, I don't think I would be able to justify the extra cost that would be, just for those two things. But maybe if a good deal comes along on ebay...But man, it's just so confusing trying to figure out what a good camera is. I wanted to stick with Nikon Coolpix because I like Nikon (I really do love my camera, the disabled one that is), and I wanted to make sure to get a camera that's compatible with the memory card I have (I don't know what other brands use, they might use the same type but I didn't even want to go exploring that far out. Too much even within the Nikon Coolpix). And as I said before, I did want to get one that can use the battery I have with my current camera, because it's always nice to have an extra battery, right? So the 5900/7900 seems like a good choice, for the most part. Everything I looked at had something that people liked and something people didn't like. I was starting to lean towards one tonight, and on amazon it had the full 5 stars from people's reviews (which is better than most of the other coolpix I looked at on there), but then in one of the last reviews I read, someone mentioned that the movie function doesn't have sound. That just crossed it out right there. How could you get a camera that does movies but doesn't have sound? What's the use in that? So anyway. Sigh. I make things too complicated.
Leno just came on, and for the musical guest section, they said "The music of Kevin Federline" and I just had to laugh because, who calls that stuff music? Update: He's on now, and man his dancing is almost as good as his singing. Wow.
Question. Why do people get so annoyed when things happen that are cliche? Like things in movies, or books, or in real life (like with certain ways of proposing marriage, etc). I mean, I get the whole thing about people wanting everything to be new and original, but the reason things become cliche is that they work, and people like them, and stuff like that. For example, people have said that it's "so cliche" to propose on a billboard thing at a sporting event, or like...I don't know...with a fly-over plane or something like that. (Or, to be ND-centric, proposing at the Grotto.) Just because it's been done before doesn't make it bad.
Every time I look at a picture of me pre-Invisalign, I cringe a little. I will forever be grateful that I was able to get that taken care of. Yeah, it's mostly just a cosmetic thing, but man it's wonderful not to have to be embarrassed to have an open-mouth smile in pictures. Anyway.
I just took one of those online personality quizzes, this one being "Which Sesame Street Personality are you" or something like that. None of the answers in each of the five questions really fit me, so I ended up with Bert--and one of the descriptions of his (and my, apparently) personality is being a neat freak. Clearly that's not me. But apparently he has a "passion" for bottle caps? I find this interesting because as some of you may know, I used to collect bottle caps. Disgusting to me now, but I think I still have an old toolbox full of bottle caps--mostly beer ones, mostly collected in this one area at Palmer Park that we used to visit every once in awhile. And now that I'm thinking about this, maybe I got the idea from Bert? I don't really remember watching Sesame Street a whole lot, but I know I did at least sometimes, so perhaps that would make sense. But does anyone remember what exactly his thing with bottle caps was? Did he collect them too or something? (For the record, the full description is: "Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them! You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you. You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil. How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others." Perhaps it's not entirely as far off as I initially thought. Except for the whole neat freak thing. Here's the quiz if anyone's bored.) I wanted to be Snuffleupagus, but that's not a possible answer I guess. I really have no idea what his (her?) personality is like, I just happen to love that character for some reason. By far the coolest name, that's for darn sure.
I just took a Muppet personality test, and I'd say I'm happy with those results.
| You Are Fozzie Bear |
 "Wocka! Wocka!" You're the life of the party, and you love making people crack up. If only your routine didn't always bomb! You may find more groans than laughs, but always keep the jokes coming. |
Years and years ago, McDonald's or something like that were giving out (I'm sure you had to pay a couple bucks for them) Muppet stuffed animal doll things. We all got one. I don't remember if we all got the same one, but I got Fozzie. I like Fozzie. So this makes me happy. (We have some movie taped from TV from years ago, the way we used to get lots of our movies, and it has a commercial for these dolls on it. I love watching those old commerials. I don't remember what movie that was though...hm. I think it was Mary Poppins.)
Boooo. Catholic social services agencies (and those of other religions) now have to cover contraception for their employees, even though the Catholic Church is against contraception. How crappy. And the quote at the bottom of the article is true. Next step is being forced to provide abortion coverage for employees. Ugh.
I just switched the TV to Conan, and some dude (the musical guest, who I rarely if ever watch on Conan as he has obscure and often crappy people on for musical guests) is sitting there at a piano, playing, dressed like some English soldier from the Revolutionary War. With that tri-point hat thing (forget what they're called) and that red coat, and...it's weird. And I will never know the story behind it, as I already changed the channel.
Methinks it's time for bed.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Makes me happy, makes me feel fine
I'm so thankful for my wonderful family.
I'm thankful for my awesome pets (even the one who likes to pee on things, like the washcloth that I accidentally knocked onto the bathroom floor today and forgot to pick up, and thought as soon as it hit the floor that if I didn't pick it up it was going to get peed on).
I'm thankful for all those dumb stupid things (and even the not so dumb, stupid things) that make me laugh.
I'm thankful for wonderful people, especially those who can make me laugh. Like Conan.
I'm thankful I was raised Catholic.
I'm thankful I can read, write, and speak well.
I'm thankful I can type.
I'm thankful I'm not terribly high-maintenance. (Does it make me high maintenance to say that I'm not? Or is that more true when someone says they're modest, it just negates the modesty and makes them immodest. Or narcissistic. Or something.)
I'm thankful for my parents.
I'm thankful that they love me enough to worry about me.
I'm thankful for an awesome sister and her cute cute cute son.
I'm thankful for snow.
I'm thankful for having a car.
I'm thankful for the Anne of Green Gables movies.
I'm thankful for my funny funny kitty who likes to pick up random stuffed/beaned animals (or, like just now, a little cloth pumpkin filled with beans of some sort) and carry them somewhere, and then meow. Sometimes, carry them to the family room and drop it off next to me and meow at me. Random. But I love it. My fat little girl.
I'm thankful for little babies.
I'm thankful for tortilla chips. Even if I do always end up eating too much at one time.
I'm thankful for football.
I'm thankful for Notre Dame.
I'm thankful for the Simpsons. And Harry Shearer, who is on Conan. And talking to himself in different voices, since he does like all of them.
I'm thankful for candy corn.
I'm thankful for cold weather, and warm fires.
I'm thankful that I have at least one enjoyable class this semester.
I'm thankful for green tea.
I'm thankful for my mostly sweat-free water bottle.
I'm thankful for Catholic authors.
I'm thankful for a sign I simply can't easily ignore telling me I've been spending too much time on this damn laptop.
I'm thankful for my lovely bed. And pillows. And especially the nice warm soft quilt thing made for me by my memere, which was also the first package I received my first year of college.
And I'm thankful that that's where I'm headed now.
I'm thankful for my awesome pets (even the one who likes to pee on things, like the washcloth that I accidentally knocked onto the bathroom floor today and forgot to pick up, and thought as soon as it hit the floor that if I didn't pick it up it was going to get peed on).
I'm thankful for all those dumb stupid things (and even the not so dumb, stupid things) that make me laugh.
I'm thankful for wonderful people, especially those who can make me laugh. Like Conan.
I'm thankful I was raised Catholic.
I'm thankful I can read, write, and speak well.
I'm thankful I can type.
I'm thankful I'm not terribly high-maintenance. (Does it make me high maintenance to say that I'm not? Or is that more true when someone says they're modest, it just negates the modesty and makes them immodest. Or narcissistic. Or something.)
I'm thankful for my parents.
I'm thankful that they love me enough to worry about me.
I'm thankful for an awesome sister and her cute cute cute son.
I'm thankful for snow.
I'm thankful for having a car.
I'm thankful for the Anne of Green Gables movies.
I'm thankful for my funny funny kitty who likes to pick up random stuffed/beaned animals (or, like just now, a little cloth pumpkin filled with beans of some sort) and carry them somewhere, and then meow. Sometimes, carry them to the family room and drop it off next to me and meow at me. Random. But I love it. My fat little girl.
I'm thankful for little babies.
I'm thankful for tortilla chips. Even if I do always end up eating too much at one time.
I'm thankful for football.
I'm thankful for Notre Dame.
I'm thankful for the Simpsons. And Harry Shearer, who is on Conan. And talking to himself in different voices, since he does like all of them.
I'm thankful for candy corn.
I'm thankful for cold weather, and warm fires.
I'm thankful that I have at least one enjoyable class this semester.
I'm thankful for green tea.
I'm thankful for my mostly sweat-free water bottle.
I'm thankful for Catholic authors.
I'm thankful for a sign I simply can't easily ignore telling me I've been spending too much time on this damn laptop.
I'm thankful for my lovely bed. And pillows. And especially the nice warm soft quilt thing made for me by my memere, which was also the first package I received my first year of college.
And I'm thankful that that's where I'm headed now.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Music and such
I discovered today that they're releasing an internet-only limited edition version of Josh Groban's new CD (which comes out Nov 7). It's $30 before shipping, so with shipping closer to $38. There's also a regular edition with 13 songs (why don't CDs ever have more songs than that?), a special edition with 15, and then this one, with the two extra that come on the special edition plus one more "exclusive" song. The last two also come with a DVD. And I can get the special edition for between $15-20. So basically, I'd be spending $10-20 more for this limited edition one, just so I could get one more song (and a slightly different cover picture). It's a pretty easy choice not to, but the thing is, that one exclusive song is one of my favorite songs--Smile. Sigh. I wish that was on the regular or even special edition, but apparently I'm not that lucky. And I can't see justifying spending that much on a CD for one extra song. It's stupid though. What a ridiculous price.
I'm getting sick of the radio lately. It's like, I've heard all the songs over and over, and nothing sounds good anymore. Guess I should go back to CDs for a little while. Just a little over a month until Christmas music. I'm so impatient for that to come. I can always listen to Christmas music, well, for the month of December anyway. Oh well.
I'm getting sick of the radio lately. It's like, I've heard all the songs over and over, and nothing sounds good anymore. Guess I should go back to CDs for a little while. Just a little over a month until Christmas music. I'm so impatient for that to come. I can always listen to Christmas music, well, for the month of December anyway. Oh well.
Love, love, love
Guess what happened today? It snowed! And not just a little bit either, but a real good snow. We have probably around three inches out there. Ok, I'm going to be totally honest here, it could be more or less than that. As I've said before, I suck at estimating measurements. Anyway. It's a few inches. And it's lovely. It was cloudy most of the day, and drizzling a bit, and then within about half an hour, from when I got out of English (and looked out the window, and it was still just wet outside) to when I finished up stuff on the computer and went out to my car, it was like all out blizzarding. I mean, not really to that extent, but it was really windy and snowing quite hard. Twas thrilling. And it didn't let up for awhile. It was crazy, and awesome. I really didn't want to have to sit in Latin for an hour and 40 minutes while it was snowing like that outside, and I was really hoping she'd let us go early, especially when there were still only five people about 15 minutes after class had started. But of course, she had to go through her whole thing, and people had to ask stupid questions, and blah blah blah. She finally let us go about 20 minutes early. Better than nothing, I guess. The drive home was interesting. The most slippery spot was in the campus parking lot, but the streets seemed to be fine for the most part. Just wet and slushy. However, of course this meant that people found it necessary to go only 15 or 20 miles per hour, because that's what people here do in the snow. Garh. Twas irritating. And then there was a car that had stalled or something in the left turn lane going from Academy to North Carefree, which of course is what I wanted. So there was this weird maneuvering thing going on, everyone who wanted to turn left there was in that lane, but then there was another car stalled or something in the lane right next to it, so that lane was open, so everyone turning left would just go into that lane to pass the other stalled car. It was ridiculous. And that car must have been there awhile as it was fairly covered in snow. I was kicking myself though the whole time for not turning left at this side street before the light, which I sometimes do. Oh well. Eventually I got home. And I just want to say, I'm not advocating driving like 50 in conditions like today, but man, 20 is just ridiculous. Even going 30 was fine, when I finally got around traffic and could actually go 30. And for the record, I did occasionally brake-check to see if it really was slippery, and it definitely wasn't. Oh well.
Snow's pretty.
Mom and I went for a little walk around the park tonight. It's just gorgeous, and cold, and it's great. I wore a pair of Dad's old snow boots. They're huge! It was fun though. Man I love nights when it's snowy, fresh snow on the ground, and clouds in the sky, and it's just so bright. I love that. It was lots of fun, even if we didn't go as far as I might have liked. :-) It's so pretty though. And in the park it looks so nice. I love the snow with the yuccas and all that other stuff that grows in the park that's just so Colorado. Just lovely.
Oh yeah, I now have a 100.3% in Latin. No wonder I get so bored sitting in that class. I got something like a 45/38 on our test from last Thursday. I better step it up, right?
At least for now, I temporarily took care of the housing thing. Called them, they told me I just had to do this thing online, which I did, so hopefully that should be it for now, and they said they'll contact me more a little later in the semester. I hope it all works out. Sigh. And then I also called financial aid, but after talking to them for a minute, the woman just asked for a phone number where I can be reached, and said that a counselor will get back to me. So I don't know. Hopefully I won't be waiting forever for that.
Question. Does saying "We're all adults here" automatically excuse any sort of offensive words or behaviors or whatever? Because it sure seems like a lot of people use it like that. "Oh, you shouldn't be worried about saying that, we're all adults here after all." I don't know. Maybe I'm just being too sensitive too it, but it sure seems like people use that to nullify a lot of bad behavior.
I've decided I'm certainly not as cynical as I may have thought. My English teacher, on the other hand, is ridiculously cynical. To an annoying point. I don't know if it's just a lot of sarcasm and joking or something like that, but ugh. Oh well.
So I just read this stupid thing, and apparently Eddie Murphy's girlfriend is pregnant. I think it's Scary Spice. One of the Spice Girls anyway. Well, according to the thing I read, she's "concerned" it might be twins because apparently they run in Eddie Murphy's family. Ok, now, am I being completely stupid here, or is the likelihood of having twins only affected by the mother's genes? Because identical twins is just like random or something, but fraternal twins requires two eggs, and as far as I know, the father's genes have absolutely no impact whatsoever on how many eggs the mother releases at a time. Therefore, it just sounds stupid to say that you're worried about having twins because the father of your baby happens to have twins run in his family. Eh, whatever.
Let me tell you. Watching someone uncomfortably toss and turn in bed because they can't find a good position in which to get to sleep is just...irritating. Mostly because I hate it when that happens to me, so I can't stand watching someone else do it. Makes me feel that uncomfortableness myself. Not cool.
Guess I best finish my comparative religions midterm. Tomorrow will be lovely, I hope. No school, no work. Mmmmm.
Snow's pretty.
Mom and I went for a little walk around the park tonight. It's just gorgeous, and cold, and it's great. I wore a pair of Dad's old snow boots. They're huge! It was fun though. Man I love nights when it's snowy, fresh snow on the ground, and clouds in the sky, and it's just so bright. I love that. It was lots of fun, even if we didn't go as far as I might have liked. :-) It's so pretty though. And in the park it looks so nice. I love the snow with the yuccas and all that other stuff that grows in the park that's just so Colorado. Just lovely.
Oh yeah, I now have a 100.3% in Latin. No wonder I get so bored sitting in that class. I got something like a 45/38 on our test from last Thursday. I better step it up, right?
At least for now, I temporarily took care of the housing thing. Called them, they told me I just had to do this thing online, which I did, so hopefully that should be it for now, and they said they'll contact me more a little later in the semester. I hope it all works out. Sigh. And then I also called financial aid, but after talking to them for a minute, the woman just asked for a phone number where I can be reached, and said that a counselor will get back to me. So I don't know. Hopefully I won't be waiting forever for that.
Question. Does saying "We're all adults here" automatically excuse any sort of offensive words or behaviors or whatever? Because it sure seems like a lot of people use it like that. "Oh, you shouldn't be worried about saying that, we're all adults here after all." I don't know. Maybe I'm just being too sensitive too it, but it sure seems like people use that to nullify a lot of bad behavior.
I've decided I'm certainly not as cynical as I may have thought. My English teacher, on the other hand, is ridiculously cynical. To an annoying point. I don't know if it's just a lot of sarcasm and joking or something like that, but ugh. Oh well.
So I just read this stupid thing, and apparently Eddie Murphy's girlfriend is pregnant. I think it's Scary Spice. One of the Spice Girls anyway. Well, according to the thing I read, she's "concerned" it might be twins because apparently they run in Eddie Murphy's family. Ok, now, am I being completely stupid here, or is the likelihood of having twins only affected by the mother's genes? Because identical twins is just like random or something, but fraternal twins requires two eggs, and as far as I know, the father's genes have absolutely no impact whatsoever on how many eggs the mother releases at a time. Therefore, it just sounds stupid to say that you're worried about having twins because the father of your baby happens to have twins run in his family. Eh, whatever.
Let me tell you. Watching someone uncomfortably toss and turn in bed because they can't find a good position in which to get to sleep is just...irritating. Mostly because I hate it when that happens to me, so I can't stand watching someone else do it. Makes me feel that uncomfortableness myself. Not cool.
Guess I best finish my comparative religions midterm. Tomorrow will be lovely, I hope. No school, no work. Mmmmm.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Monday, Monday
My laugh of the day (or at least the last five minutes): While getting the box of green tea bags we have, I happened to notice the ingredients on it. Know what it says? "Ingredients: Green tea." I don't know why, but it made me laugh.
Ok, so you know when you're talking about being cold, and you say "Brrrrrr"? Well, would you spell that like I just did, or would you throw a u in there so it's "Burrr," which seems to me to be the same as a type of prickly weed that your dog gets stuck on her fur. Only with a few more "r"s thrown in. Apparently if you're our local fox news, or at least the weatherman, you spell it like the prickly weed, plus an extra r. Seems weird to me.
So, Gap has their new ad thing in their windows at the mall. It's "Gap (RED)" with all these words like "Admi(red)," "Empowe(red)," "Desi(red)," "Inspi(red)," etc, lots of words with red at the end. It's apparently some thing related to giving money to AIDS research. The pictures for this new thing are all these celebrities wearing shirts and stuff with some of these words on them, and the celebrities include Don Cheadle (who I like), Steven Spielberg, Jennifer Garner, Christy Turlington (is that how you spell that? Don't really know who she is, but apparently she's a model. Or used to be) on one window picture, and Mary J. Blige, Penelope Cruz, Chris Rock, and Apolo Anton Ohno on the other. I just discovered that last one today (the first time I had seen it was Friday night, when we were still trying to figure out who everyone was--I didn't even realize they were celebrities until Michael pointed it out--they had figured out Don Cheadle and Steven Spielberg, and all but Apolo Ohno on the other side. I said that the one looked like Jennifer Garner, but Michael thought I was wrong, and then he also thought that Apolo Ohno was Joey Lawrence, which I didn't think was right, but he had gotten closer to it than I did so I wasn't sure). I really happen to like Apolo Ohno, so it makes me happy that there's a picture of him outside the window at work. Even if it is a tad far away and hard to tell that it is him. And oh yeah, the mannequins that are in the window in front of the pictures, wearing the shirts and stuff they're selling, one is wearing what looks like a long scarf or something, covering one half of the torso. Which is fine, except it's a girl mannequin (of course, without a head), and for some reason they didn't put a shirt on her. So, even though she's just a mannequin, there's her white boob just totally uncovered. It's a little odd, and really weird that they haven't...put a shirt on, or even spread out the scarf thing to cover at least both boobs. I just don't get it.
Driving to work tonight, I heard a commercial that made me a bit excited. I was listening to KKLI, our local adult contemporary station, and all of a sudden Nat King Cole (and I think Natalie Cole) came on singing the refrain of a Christmas song! Yeah, it was part of Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire, the part where they say "Merry Christmaaaaas, to youuuuuu." I didn't freak out, thinking I was hearing a Christmas song on the radio already (which, apparently, some stations across the country are already playing intermittently), because it was just that little part. And then the KKLI voice over guy saying something along the lines of "Coming to you at the end of November, KKLI will again be playing continuous Christmas songs." Something like that. Anyway. I got a bit excited. I love Christmas songs. When the season is right though, and it clearly isn't yet.
You know, I like tea. I seem to avoid it most of the time because I just don't think I do like it, but when I drink it, I like it. I guess the part of me that thinks I won't is the little girl who still has to put pounds of sugar (or honey) to make the tea palateable, thanks to my insane sweet tooth. But it's good. Even without sugar. Yay tea.
Hey, something amazing happened today. I emailed a question to someone at ND, and she actually EMAILED ME BACK! And the same day too. Craziness! Unfortunately, I didn't get in touch with anyone at the two places I've been attempting to contact the last few weeks, but hopefully tomorrow will be the day. Sigh. It shouldn't be this complicated. Of course, for a normal person it's not, and it wouldn't be if not for my adverse reaction to the prospect of--horror of horrors!--using a phone. But anyway. I may have come one step closer, at least with regard to the housing thing, through some digging around on the website today. From what it looks like, what I saw today, I may have to put my name on a list starting in December. Which would kind of suck, because I'd rather put my name on a list tomorrow. I would hope I get in before like transfer students, but I don't know if they do it like that. Man, I don't know what I'll do if I can't get back on campus. It'll sure suck trying to find a place somewhere. Apparently Katherine has said that she'd be willing to attempt to get out of her housing contract and go off campus with me, but still. I'd rather get a double with her somewhere--something else she suggested, if it's possible. That'd be fun. I have no idea how it all works though, and if that'd be possible. Sigh. Well, we'll just have to wait and see I guess. I also have to contact my advisor for theology, and see how I can do the whole advising thing, seeing as how I won't be there for it. (That's where you go and tell them what theo classes you want, and they put your name on a list so you can get in, so when time for registration comes up you'll already be in the class.) I'll be glad to get back to campus and back to normal with all this stuff.
Haha, ok, have any of you heard of the new movie, Flicka? My first exposure to it was hearing that Tim McGraw's song is on the soundtrack. Now, I thought this was weird, because when I heard the name (and the first few times I heard about the movie, it was only through the radio, them saying that about his song, so I didn't see it anywhere), I for some reason was thinking it was like "flicker" but said kind of...gansta. Haha. You know what I mean though? I have no idea why that's what I thought, but that's what I thought. (Apparently it's based on a book or something called My Friend Flicka, which now sounds somewhat familiar, but clearly not on my radar.) And I was really really confused as to why a Tim McGraw song, especially the song that it is, would be on a soundtrack for a more...gansta type movie. And why they'd be talking about it on a country radio station. I was very confused. And then, one day recently, I saw a commercial for it. And I just had to laugh at myself for being such an idiot. And for the record, I now want to see the movie. After seeing the commercial. But man I'm dumb sometimes.
Still need to find a camera. Dad asked me if I'd be willing to wait for Christmas. I suppose I could, but I would really like to have it for when I go to ND. But I don't know. I'll probably pull a Susie and just wait and wait for a good deal and end up not getting one until Christmas anyway.
Good news. I am finally buying a jacket at work. It's a suede one, not leather, but it's on clearance for $25. Now, this coming weekend employees get 40% off instead of 30%, so with that discount, the jacket will be about $16 with tax. That's pretty cheap. I still want to get a leather one, but this one won't be around much longer and it's a great price, so I'm gonna go for it. I'm excited. It's a tan color, so it'll go with most things. Unlike a black leather coat, which won't go with brown. Which, once again, I hate. I think I'll end up starting to wear black and brown together, and just endure the ridicule I might get. Hey, I already have that against me, after I wore brown shoes with black pants one day (perhaps they were brown sandals) freshman year. So I might as well continue with it. haha.
Guess what? I don't have class on Wednesday (of course, I do have a midterm due Wednesday, but it's all good), and it's supposed to be cold and possibly a little snowy on Wednesday! And I don't have to work again until Sunday! (I'm still having post-dream shudders after that dream this morning about being at work until 9 in the morning. Ugh. That would be HORRIBLE.)
Update: Cold tea? Not so good. But neither is cold coffee. Why do I always let my hot drinks sit so long? I've had this mug of tea for like...a long time now, and I think I've reheated it in the microwave two or three times. There's just a bit left now, after a few gulps of the gross cold temp, and I might just let the rest of it go. Oh well.
So, the Cardinals played the Bears tonight (that'd be NFL in case you didn't know). Bears were undefeated up to tonight, Cardinals had won one game and lost three. Or four. I forget. Anyway. The Bears are the team to beat this season, pretty much, apparently. And the Cardinals? Matt Leinart is their quarterback. I'm not a fan of him. Well, it looked like the Cardinals were going to win. It was 20-0 at halftime, then with about two seconds to go in the 3rd quarter, the Bears got a TD to make it 23-10. And then they got two more TDs, and won the game by a point. Two of those TDs were off of fumble returns, one off of a punt return. And then, even though it was in the wrong game and a year late, the world got to see the look of utter disappointment on Leinart's face as he and his team lost. Although, apparently for some reason the announcer just had to bring up that game last year (of which, for some unknown masochistical reason, I watched a highlight video online last night), and that stupid thing about the grass--everyone made such a big deal during that game that ND stadium's grass was much longer than normal stadiums to give us an advantage over our opponents. Please. (I guess I should point out, I didn't watch a second of this game, as it was over when I got home and we don't have ESPN, which is what it was on. So I just found all this stuff out. And did see a picture of Leinart's face when there was less than a minute to go in the game.)
Ew ew ew ew ew. Regis is on Conan, and they both just took off a shoe and sock to compare feet, because Regis claimed to have beautiful feet. Ew. "Beautiful" and "feet" do not go in the same sentence together. Or, at least, beautiful should not be used to describe feet. Ever. Ick.
I must finish my history paper now. Hopefully get to bed relatively soon. (Yeah, right.)
Ok, so you know when you're talking about being cold, and you say "Brrrrrr"? Well, would you spell that like I just did, or would you throw a u in there so it's "Burrr," which seems to me to be the same as a type of prickly weed that your dog gets stuck on her fur. Only with a few more "r"s thrown in. Apparently if you're our local fox news, or at least the weatherman, you spell it like the prickly weed, plus an extra r. Seems weird to me.
So, Gap has their new ad thing in their windows at the mall. It's "Gap (RED)" with all these words like "Admi(red)," "Empowe(red)," "Desi(red)," "Inspi(red)," etc, lots of words with red at the end. It's apparently some thing related to giving money to AIDS research. The pictures for this new thing are all these celebrities wearing shirts and stuff with some of these words on them, and the celebrities include Don Cheadle (who I like), Steven Spielberg, Jennifer Garner, Christy Turlington (is that how you spell that? Don't really know who she is, but apparently she's a model. Or used to be) on one window picture, and Mary J. Blige, Penelope Cruz, Chris Rock, and Apolo Anton Ohno on the other. I just discovered that last one today (the first time I had seen it was Friday night, when we were still trying to figure out who everyone was--I didn't even realize they were celebrities until Michael pointed it out--they had figured out Don Cheadle and Steven Spielberg, and all but Apolo Ohno on the other side. I said that the one looked like Jennifer Garner, but Michael thought I was wrong, and then he also thought that Apolo Ohno was Joey Lawrence, which I didn't think was right, but he had gotten closer to it than I did so I wasn't sure). I really happen to like Apolo Ohno, so it makes me happy that there's a picture of him outside the window at work. Even if it is a tad far away and hard to tell that it is him. And oh yeah, the mannequins that are in the window in front of the pictures, wearing the shirts and stuff they're selling, one is wearing what looks like a long scarf or something, covering one half of the torso. Which is fine, except it's a girl mannequin (of course, without a head), and for some reason they didn't put a shirt on her. So, even though she's just a mannequin, there's her white boob just totally uncovered. It's a little odd, and really weird that they haven't...put a shirt on, or even spread out the scarf thing to cover at least both boobs. I just don't get it.
Driving to work tonight, I heard a commercial that made me a bit excited. I was listening to KKLI, our local adult contemporary station, and all of a sudden Nat King Cole (and I think Natalie Cole) came on singing the refrain of a Christmas song! Yeah, it was part of Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire, the part where they say "Merry Christmaaaaas, to youuuuuu." I didn't freak out, thinking I was hearing a Christmas song on the radio already (which, apparently, some stations across the country are already playing intermittently), because it was just that little part. And then the KKLI voice over guy saying something along the lines of "Coming to you at the end of November, KKLI will again be playing continuous Christmas songs." Something like that. Anyway. I got a bit excited. I love Christmas songs. When the season is right though, and it clearly isn't yet.
You know, I like tea. I seem to avoid it most of the time because I just don't think I do like it, but when I drink it, I like it. I guess the part of me that thinks I won't is the little girl who still has to put pounds of sugar (or honey) to make the tea palateable, thanks to my insane sweet tooth. But it's good. Even without sugar. Yay tea.
Hey, something amazing happened today. I emailed a question to someone at ND, and she actually EMAILED ME BACK! And the same day too. Craziness! Unfortunately, I didn't get in touch with anyone at the two places I've been attempting to contact the last few weeks, but hopefully tomorrow will be the day. Sigh. It shouldn't be this complicated. Of course, for a normal person it's not, and it wouldn't be if not for my adverse reaction to the prospect of--horror of horrors!--using a phone. But anyway. I may have come one step closer, at least with regard to the housing thing, through some digging around on the website today. From what it looks like, what I saw today, I may have to put my name on a list starting in December. Which would kind of suck, because I'd rather put my name on a list tomorrow. I would hope I get in before like transfer students, but I don't know if they do it like that. Man, I don't know what I'll do if I can't get back on campus. It'll sure suck trying to find a place somewhere. Apparently Katherine has said that she'd be willing to attempt to get out of her housing contract and go off campus with me, but still. I'd rather get a double with her somewhere--something else she suggested, if it's possible. That'd be fun. I have no idea how it all works though, and if that'd be possible. Sigh. Well, we'll just have to wait and see I guess. I also have to contact my advisor for theology, and see how I can do the whole advising thing, seeing as how I won't be there for it. (That's where you go and tell them what theo classes you want, and they put your name on a list so you can get in, so when time for registration comes up you'll already be in the class.) I'll be glad to get back to campus and back to normal with all this stuff.
Haha, ok, have any of you heard of the new movie, Flicka? My first exposure to it was hearing that Tim McGraw's song is on the soundtrack. Now, I thought this was weird, because when I heard the name (and the first few times I heard about the movie, it was only through the radio, them saying that about his song, so I didn't see it anywhere), I for some reason was thinking it was like "flicker" but said kind of...gansta. Haha. You know what I mean though? I have no idea why that's what I thought, but that's what I thought. (Apparently it's based on a book or something called My Friend Flicka, which now sounds somewhat familiar, but clearly not on my radar.) And I was really really confused as to why a Tim McGraw song, especially the song that it is, would be on a soundtrack for a more...gansta type movie. And why they'd be talking about it on a country radio station. I was very confused. And then, one day recently, I saw a commercial for it. And I just had to laugh at myself for being such an idiot. And for the record, I now want to see the movie. After seeing the commercial. But man I'm dumb sometimes.
Still need to find a camera. Dad asked me if I'd be willing to wait for Christmas. I suppose I could, but I would really like to have it for when I go to ND. But I don't know. I'll probably pull a Susie and just wait and wait for a good deal and end up not getting one until Christmas anyway.
Good news. I am finally buying a jacket at work. It's a suede one, not leather, but it's on clearance for $25. Now, this coming weekend employees get 40% off instead of 30%, so with that discount, the jacket will be about $16 with tax. That's pretty cheap. I still want to get a leather one, but this one won't be around much longer and it's a great price, so I'm gonna go for it. I'm excited. It's a tan color, so it'll go with most things. Unlike a black leather coat, which won't go with brown. Which, once again, I hate. I think I'll end up starting to wear black and brown together, and just endure the ridicule I might get. Hey, I already have that against me, after I wore brown shoes with black pants one day (perhaps they were brown sandals) freshman year. So I might as well continue with it. haha.
Guess what? I don't have class on Wednesday (of course, I do have a midterm due Wednesday, but it's all good), and it's supposed to be cold and possibly a little snowy on Wednesday! And I don't have to work again until Sunday! (I'm still having post-dream shudders after that dream this morning about being at work until 9 in the morning. Ugh. That would be HORRIBLE.)
Update: Cold tea? Not so good. But neither is cold coffee. Why do I always let my hot drinks sit so long? I've had this mug of tea for like...a long time now, and I think I've reheated it in the microwave two or three times. There's just a bit left now, after a few gulps of the gross cold temp, and I might just let the rest of it go. Oh well.
So, the Cardinals played the Bears tonight (that'd be NFL in case you didn't know). Bears were undefeated up to tonight, Cardinals had won one game and lost three. Or four. I forget. Anyway. The Bears are the team to beat this season, pretty much, apparently. And the Cardinals? Matt Leinart is their quarterback. I'm not a fan of him. Well, it looked like the Cardinals were going to win. It was 20-0 at halftime, then with about two seconds to go in the 3rd quarter, the Bears got a TD to make it 23-10. And then they got two more TDs, and won the game by a point. Two of those TDs were off of fumble returns, one off of a punt return. And then, even though it was in the wrong game and a year late, the world got to see the look of utter disappointment on Leinart's face as he and his team lost. Although, apparently for some reason the announcer just had to bring up that game last year (of which, for some unknown masochistical reason, I watched a highlight video online last night), and that stupid thing about the grass--everyone made such a big deal during that game that ND stadium's grass was much longer than normal stadiums to give us an advantage over our opponents. Please. (I guess I should point out, I didn't watch a second of this game, as it was over when I got home and we don't have ESPN, which is what it was on. So I just found all this stuff out. And did see a picture of Leinart's face when there was less than a minute to go in the game.)
Ew ew ew ew ew. Regis is on Conan, and they both just took off a shoe and sock to compare feet, because Regis claimed to have beautiful feet. Ew. "Beautiful" and "feet" do not go in the same sentence together. Or, at least, beautiful should not be used to describe feet. Ever. Ick.
I must finish my history paper now. Hopefully get to bed relatively soon. (Yeah, right.)
Ick
I had a horrible dream this morning before I woke up. I was at work, staying late because we had to (it was just like last night, until the very end), and Brenda was finishing up something else--something we don't ever do, as I think it involved some sort of a newsletter or something. I dozed off or something, and then when I woke up again, I went to see how much longer she would be. I had looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it was only a little after 9:00. Brenda finally got done with whatever, and we headed out--and I realized that it was 9 in the morning, the next morning. As in, I had been there all night because Brenda took so long doing whatever it was. I was pissed. But then I woke up, thankful to discover that I hadn't been at work all night long. Weird.
Apparently, brokers are selling tickets less great than ours for the Air Force-ND game for like $175-200 a ticket. Crazy.
I like people with accents. Not even those cool foreign accents, but even just regional American accents. It's fun for this girl from naturally accentless Colorado (the exception being, of course, people who move here from accented places and retain that accent) to hear different accents. Of course, I think I'll always be partial to the Boston/New England accent, but they're all fun.
Apparently, brokers are selling tickets less great than ours for the Air Force-ND game for like $175-200 a ticket. Crazy.
I like people with accents. Not even those cool foreign accents, but even just regional American accents. It's fun for this girl from naturally accentless Colorado (the exception being, of course, people who move here from accented places and retain that accent) to hear different accents. Of course, I think I'll always be partial to the Boston/New England accent, but they're all fun.
Isn't it chromantic?
I love it when something completely stupid can make me laugh. It's the best kind of laugh feeling, because it's great to know I can get a laugh from something that's just so stupid. Ok that didn't make any sense. But anyway, it's great. Hahaha like that penguin joke! I forgot about it for awhile, but then Mom reminded me of it the other day because she was talking about how she had seen A Prairie Home Companion on one of her flights last week, and that's where I first heard about the joke (I read it in a review of the movie, but have yet to see the movie). Anyway. (The penguin joke, by the way, goes something like this: Two penguins are sitting on an ice block. [Or whatever they're called.] One turns to the other and says, "You look like you're wearing a tuxedo." And the other says "What makes you think I'm not?" How can you not laugh at that joke???)
Or there's this one. "I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me." Hilarious!
Ok I guess I'm done with the corny jokes.
Hey, so I'm trying to decide something. I used to be best friends with a girl whose grandparents still live next door to us. She, my sister, and I were pretty close for a good ten or so years, until she moved with her mom and stepdad to California and then Florida or...somewhere. She kind of dropped off the face of the earth, as far as Cathy and I are concerned, after moving to California (with the exception of a few letters and a visit when we were out there about a year or so after she moved). Anyway, earlier this year (perhaps in February or March?), my sister found her profile on myspace, sent her a message, and then the profile had disappeared. Which I think I wrote about at the time. It's just bizarre. Why not at least give some type of message back, even if it's a "I don't ever want to hear from you again" type message. Well, I found her on facebook recently. And I'm debating whether or not to send her a message there. I mean, we were each others' childhood best friends, and it's sad that we haven't so much as sent a birthday card or something, in either direction, in the last...7 or 8 or something years. I don't know. Should I just let it all go, chalk it up to a childhood memory that will never come back in any way, shape, or form? Or should I go for it and just send her a message, just to see what happens? Hmm...
I need to figure out the job thing. It's kinda now or never (well, by never I mean January or late December). I guess if I did end up staying the next month...two months...ugh, I'd survive, but barely, I think. Even as it is right now, I get way too stressed and just very not feeling great when there's more than like three people (or groups of people) in the store at one time. Thinking about the holiday season rush is almost enough to send me into a panic attack. Ok maybe not really, but it certainly doesn't evoke feelings of a happy holiday season. Or November. But then...ugh. I just don't know. Whatever.
So, my knuckles have been ridiculously and annoyingly dry for like weeks now, it seems. Every once in awhile, normally, they get like this, but not for this long of a period of time. I certainly don't like it.
Tomorrow I HAVE to call ND finaid and housing. I can't believe that in this period of time, after two emails to both, I have yet to hear a thing from either. Not even a "We're not sure" or "We'll get back to you." Just...nothing. It's not cool. Sigh. And now I have to use the phone. I hate phones. Phones are my enemy. But I guess in this case it's worth it. Or, at least it better be. Man...well I'm not even going to think about worst-case scenarios at the moment.
So ND is #8 in the BCS poll. First one came out today. A bit lower than some people were projecting us, but at least it's a spot that guarantees us a BCS bid. Now all we have to do is win out the rest of the season, which better happen. The only game we might legitimately be able to lose is against USC, but they're looking more and more beatable each week. Almost lost to ASU yesterday. And ASU is not terribly good. But they have to be unbeaten when we play them (and we have to win) for us to finalize our good ranking--hopefully in the top 5. However, I think they still have Oregon and Cal to play before we play them, and both those teams are pretty good, so who knows. Oh well. What happens will happen. In other college football news, some of you may have heard of the ugly brawl that happened in the 3rd quarter of the Miami-FIU game yesterday. Just really...bad. Well, apparently the NCAA has suspended 31 players involved in it, although how they determined who to punish and who not to, I have no idea. (oh, sorry, it was the conferences of the respective teams that suspended the players. But same difference.) It was just an all-out dogpile kind of thing. Obviously there were a few who are clear to be punished, but yeah. Anyway. At least there was a repercussion for it. Those suspended only have to sit out one game, which isn't really...I don't know, doesn't seem terribly harsh, but whatever. I'm just glad I never have to worry about my team getting involved in something like that. There was a potential scuffle trying to start at the MSU game, because MSU players were on the ND sidelines allegedly to "protect" their QB who had slid/been hit into the sideline during a play or whatever, but those guys really didn't need to be there, and were trying to start something. Luckily people kept it civil though. But anyway. Crazy stuff.
And oh yeah, I'm gonna say it was a good thing we didn't play yesterday. Seems like there were quite a few season-ending injuries that occurred. A running back, who had been a Heisman candidate, Navy's QB, who got his knee dislocated (and I think the ACL in that knee was torn too) in the first quarter of their game and subsequently lost 34-0--although I'm not saying they wouldn't have lost had he not been injured, and I don't know, other people too. We've had enough people getting injured this year, although most have been fairly minor (knock on wood). I'd like to keep it that way, if we have to have any.
I heard something interesting last night. Keisha Castle-Hughes, who was in that movie a few years back, Whale Rider, and became the youngest actress nominated for Lead Actress at the Oscars, and who will be starring as the Virgin Mary in the upcoming "The Nativity Story" this december, is apparently pregnant. With her boyfriend of three years. She's 16. He's 19. It's just weird, and a little creepy. I know three years isn't really a huge difference, I think a 16 year old dating a 13 year old is creepy. And dang, pregnant at 16. Can you imagine? Apparently she's got great role models in her parents, though, who never got married (and aren't still together). And also apparently, her mom was pregnant fairly recently as well, because she asked her mom for advice about what it's like to be pregnant while filming The Nativity Story. Man. Just...weird.
You know, I'm so lucky for the parents I have. Great role models in pretty much everything (including and especially with their marriage, not many people can say that anymore about their parents, sadly), and really smart too. Definitely lucked out to get those genes. And they're just...awesome. And they'd do pretty much anything for their kids. I love them both so much.
Or there's this one. "I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me." Hilarious!
Ok I guess I'm done with the corny jokes.
Hey, so I'm trying to decide something. I used to be best friends with a girl whose grandparents still live next door to us. She, my sister, and I were pretty close for a good ten or so years, until she moved with her mom and stepdad to California and then Florida or...somewhere. She kind of dropped off the face of the earth, as far as Cathy and I are concerned, after moving to California (with the exception of a few letters and a visit when we were out there about a year or so after she moved). Anyway, earlier this year (perhaps in February or March?), my sister found her profile on myspace, sent her a message, and then the profile had disappeared. Which I think I wrote about at the time. It's just bizarre. Why not at least give some type of message back, even if it's a "I don't ever want to hear from you again" type message. Well, I found her on facebook recently. And I'm debating whether or not to send her a message there. I mean, we were each others' childhood best friends, and it's sad that we haven't so much as sent a birthday card or something, in either direction, in the last...7 or 8 or something years. I don't know. Should I just let it all go, chalk it up to a childhood memory that will never come back in any way, shape, or form? Or should I go for it and just send her a message, just to see what happens? Hmm...
I need to figure out the job thing. It's kinda now or never (well, by never I mean January or late December). I guess if I did end up staying the next month...two months...ugh, I'd survive, but barely, I think. Even as it is right now, I get way too stressed and just very not feeling great when there's more than like three people (or groups of people) in the store at one time. Thinking about the holiday season rush is almost enough to send me into a panic attack. Ok maybe not really, but it certainly doesn't evoke feelings of a happy holiday season. Or November. But then...ugh. I just don't know. Whatever.
So, my knuckles have been ridiculously and annoyingly dry for like weeks now, it seems. Every once in awhile, normally, they get like this, but not for this long of a period of time. I certainly don't like it.
Tomorrow I HAVE to call ND finaid and housing. I can't believe that in this period of time, after two emails to both, I have yet to hear a thing from either. Not even a "We're not sure" or "We'll get back to you." Just...nothing. It's not cool. Sigh. And now I have to use the phone. I hate phones. Phones are my enemy. But I guess in this case it's worth it. Or, at least it better be. Man...well I'm not even going to think about worst-case scenarios at the moment.
So ND is #8 in the BCS poll. First one came out today. A bit lower than some people were projecting us, but at least it's a spot that guarantees us a BCS bid. Now all we have to do is win out the rest of the season, which better happen. The only game we might legitimately be able to lose is against USC, but they're looking more and more beatable each week. Almost lost to ASU yesterday. And ASU is not terribly good. But they have to be unbeaten when we play them (and we have to win) for us to finalize our good ranking--hopefully in the top 5. However, I think they still have Oregon and Cal to play before we play them, and both those teams are pretty good, so who knows. Oh well. What happens will happen. In other college football news, some of you may have heard of the ugly brawl that happened in the 3rd quarter of the Miami-FIU game yesterday. Just really...bad. Well, apparently the NCAA has suspended 31 players involved in it, although how they determined who to punish and who not to, I have no idea. (oh, sorry, it was the conferences of the respective teams that suspended the players. But same difference.) It was just an all-out dogpile kind of thing. Obviously there were a few who are clear to be punished, but yeah. Anyway. At least there was a repercussion for it. Those suspended only have to sit out one game, which isn't really...I don't know, doesn't seem terribly harsh, but whatever. I'm just glad I never have to worry about my team getting involved in something like that. There was a potential scuffle trying to start at the MSU game, because MSU players were on the ND sidelines allegedly to "protect" their QB who had slid/been hit into the sideline during a play or whatever, but those guys really didn't need to be there, and were trying to start something. Luckily people kept it civil though. But anyway. Crazy stuff.
And oh yeah, I'm gonna say it was a good thing we didn't play yesterday. Seems like there were quite a few season-ending injuries that occurred. A running back, who had been a Heisman candidate, Navy's QB, who got his knee dislocated (and I think the ACL in that knee was torn too) in the first quarter of their game and subsequently lost 34-0--although I'm not saying they wouldn't have lost had he not been injured, and I don't know, other people too. We've had enough people getting injured this year, although most have been fairly minor (knock on wood). I'd like to keep it that way, if we have to have any.
I heard something interesting last night. Keisha Castle-Hughes, who was in that movie a few years back, Whale Rider, and became the youngest actress nominated for Lead Actress at the Oscars, and who will be starring as the Virgin Mary in the upcoming "The Nativity Story" this december, is apparently pregnant. With her boyfriend of three years. She's 16. He's 19. It's just weird, and a little creepy. I know three years isn't really a huge difference, I think a 16 year old dating a 13 year old is creepy. And dang, pregnant at 16. Can you imagine? Apparently she's got great role models in her parents, though, who never got married (and aren't still together). And also apparently, her mom was pregnant fairly recently as well, because she asked her mom for advice about what it's like to be pregnant while filming The Nativity Story. Man. Just...weird.
You know, I'm so lucky for the parents I have. Great role models in pretty much everything (including and especially with their marriage, not many people can say that anymore about their parents, sadly), and really smart too. Definitely lucked out to get those genes. And they're just...awesome. And they'd do pretty much anything for their kids. I love them both so much.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Hummmm
So, I have homework I should do. I have to do a 2-3 pager for history, due Tuesday, and then Wednesday I have a philo midterm thing due. But that shouldn't be bad either. But the thing is, I have to do them. Oh well. Tomorrow's completely shot, thanks to having to work 8 freaking hours until 10:30 (I'm just praying we somehow manage to get done early and I don't have to be there the full 8 hours), but Monday I don't have to work until 5:30, so I have most of that day to get stuff done. Oh well, whatever.
I have finally learned for sure how to crochet. Last night I was looking on my bed for a library book that was due, and that I couldn't find for the life of me (finally found it this afternoon in one more last-ditch run through of my room), and while looking on my bed came across the extra yarn I had left over after finishing Jason's blanket--which was the last thing I made with yarn, and which I finished at the beginning of this past March. So I decided to teach myself to crochet last night. And I did. I'm not terribly good at it--I don't keep the stitches loose enough, and stuff like that. But oh well. I gotta say though, I think I like knitting more. I mean, it is nice only having one or two stitches on the needle at a time, instead of the whole thinking that's being created, but I don't know. I guess I am a lot more familiar with and used to knitting, so I like it more right now. But we'll see. Of course, I don't really have anything to make at the moment (unless I want to attempt to make Tom a king-sized quilt as he requested--good luck with that, I say), so yeah.
Man I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so...restless for stuff, or something. I just feel discombobulated right now. I hate it when I feel like that. Too many things up in the air right now, I think is what it is.
I better go do something else.
I have finally learned for sure how to crochet. Last night I was looking on my bed for a library book that was due, and that I couldn't find for the life of me (finally found it this afternoon in one more last-ditch run through of my room), and while looking on my bed came across the extra yarn I had left over after finishing Jason's blanket--which was the last thing I made with yarn, and which I finished at the beginning of this past March. So I decided to teach myself to crochet last night. And I did. I'm not terribly good at it--I don't keep the stitches loose enough, and stuff like that. But oh well. I gotta say though, I think I like knitting more. I mean, it is nice only having one or two stitches on the needle at a time, instead of the whole thinking that's being created, but I don't know. I guess I am a lot more familiar with and used to knitting, so I like it more right now. But we'll see. Of course, I don't really have anything to make at the moment (unless I want to attempt to make Tom a king-sized quilt as he requested--good luck with that, I say), so yeah.
Man I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so...restless for stuff, or something. I just feel discombobulated right now. I hate it when I feel like that. Too many things up in the air right now, I think is what it is.
I better go do something else.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Wow
Go to this article, and then click on the thing at the bottom to look at the slideshow. It's all these pictures of a baby developing in utero. Really amazing.
Spoooooky
It's Friday the 13th. The news people just told me to stay away from black cats. Unfortunately for me, I guess, I slept next to one on my bed this morning. That can't be good, right? haha. Stupid. Hey, isn't one of those superstitious things that you shouldn't walk under a ladder? I've definitely done that a bunch of times at work. Anyway.
I've been craving candy corn like crazy lately. It's good stuff.
I've been craving candy corn like crazy lately. It's good stuff.
Fogalicious
"Who wants to go on a trip to the library tomorrow?--Notice I didn't say "libary" or "tomorry.""
The Simpsons is pretty much hilarious. Dude.
I'm tired. I've been quite tired all day. To the point that it hurts when I move my right eye, like the muscle behind it hurts. Sigh. Oh well. Guess I should not stay up so late tonight...
Know what else has been bothering me (physically) lately? My right wrist/hand. It almost feels like I strained it, and I think it's from having to write so very much in especially my history and English classes. And philosophy, to an extent. A lot of Tuesday/Thursdays, by the time I get done with English I can barely make my hand write out those last few letters. Not fun. I'm gonna get carpal tunnel syndrom one of these days.
So this morning when I woke up it was foggy outside. And not just a little bit foggy, but quite a bit foggy. I was surprised both that it was there and how thick it was. Fog doesn't usually stay that long in the morning, and it was already like after 9 when I looked out the window. Anyway, it was still like that when I drove to school at 10:30. It was really thick. I probably couldn't see the lights of a stoplight until I was about, oh, maybe...20-50 feet away from it. (I am terrible at estimating measurements. But I had to be fairly close to see stuff.) Crazy. But awesome. I love fog. It was still a little bit foggy when I got out of history, but not really much. And then eventually of course the stupid sun came out, and now we're getting back into 60 and 70 degree temperatures. Not cool. Oh well.
UPS's website is annoying. I'm trying to get to an online application, but it won't let me get past the "enter password" place, and I don't know why. And I'm not sure where it is exactly that I'm applying for a job, or else I'd just go down there tomorrow. I narrowed it down to a place that I think it might be, but I'm not sure. Boo too that though.
Question. Is it better to have a digital camera that uses AA batteries, which means as long as you have a couple extras, no worries about running out of batteries in the middle of some important event or something. But then you have to buy batteries. Or would it be smarter to stick with the rechargeable battery thing? See, what I am thinking would be a good route would be to buy a camera that uses the same rechargeable battery as the kind I have now. That way, if I ever am in a situation where my battery runs out, I can just carry the spare one with me. And I wouldn't have to worry about buying regular batteries. I think that's my plan at the moment, although there is a camera model similar to mine that I'd like, but it's regular batteries. So I'm not sure yet.
It's funny. the day leading up to when I have to take my next Latin exam, I always kind of freak out because I think I don't know it at all. And then I study some more, get to class, do whatever we do the day of tests before we actually take the tests, and then I get the test and I know with certainty probably 90-95% of it. I worry too much. Oh well.
Ronald Talley has apparently left the ND football team. No idea if he's leaving the school, or if he's injured, or what, but he's gone apparently. Which is just so surprising, because he's one of the fairly well-known defensive players on the team right now. All the students know who he is. Heck, someone made a ton of shirts last year that say "Play like Ronald Talley today" with his picture on it. I think I read that he's started in 4 of the 6 games this season. Either 4 or 6. But yeah. It's kind of bizarre, and I'm really curious as to what's going on there. Sigh. He's a good player, and we need good players. And we'll especially need them next year, and he's currently a junior. So now, now that he's gone, next year we'll have 8 guys on the team who are seniors. Perhaps some 5th year seniors, but I don't know. From what I've heard, when this class (my class) entered, there were 16 or 17 of them (so 16 or 17 freshmen coming onto the team when I was a freshman). Which isn't terribly great to begin with. But now, 8 of them are left. Definitely not great. Sigh. Oh well. Time will tell how it'll all flesh out, I guess.
The Simpsons is pretty much hilarious. Dude.
I'm tired. I've been quite tired all day. To the point that it hurts when I move my right eye, like the muscle behind it hurts. Sigh. Oh well. Guess I should not stay up so late tonight...
Know what else has been bothering me (physically) lately? My right wrist/hand. It almost feels like I strained it, and I think it's from having to write so very much in especially my history and English classes. And philosophy, to an extent. A lot of Tuesday/Thursdays, by the time I get done with English I can barely make my hand write out those last few letters. Not fun. I'm gonna get carpal tunnel syndrom one of these days.
So this morning when I woke up it was foggy outside. And not just a little bit foggy, but quite a bit foggy. I was surprised both that it was there and how thick it was. Fog doesn't usually stay that long in the morning, and it was already like after 9 when I looked out the window. Anyway, it was still like that when I drove to school at 10:30. It was really thick. I probably couldn't see the lights of a stoplight until I was about, oh, maybe...20-50 feet away from it. (I am terrible at estimating measurements. But I had to be fairly close to see stuff.) Crazy. But awesome. I love fog. It was still a little bit foggy when I got out of history, but not really much. And then eventually of course the stupid sun came out, and now we're getting back into 60 and 70 degree temperatures. Not cool. Oh well.
UPS's website is annoying. I'm trying to get to an online application, but it won't let me get past the "enter password" place, and I don't know why. And I'm not sure where it is exactly that I'm applying for a job, or else I'd just go down there tomorrow. I narrowed it down to a place that I think it might be, but I'm not sure. Boo too that though.
Question. Is it better to have a digital camera that uses AA batteries, which means as long as you have a couple extras, no worries about running out of batteries in the middle of some important event or something. But then you have to buy batteries. Or would it be smarter to stick with the rechargeable battery thing? See, what I am thinking would be a good route would be to buy a camera that uses the same rechargeable battery as the kind I have now. That way, if I ever am in a situation where my battery runs out, I can just carry the spare one with me. And I wouldn't have to worry about buying regular batteries. I think that's my plan at the moment, although there is a camera model similar to mine that I'd like, but it's regular batteries. So I'm not sure yet.
It's funny. the day leading up to when I have to take my next Latin exam, I always kind of freak out because I think I don't know it at all. And then I study some more, get to class, do whatever we do the day of tests before we actually take the tests, and then I get the test and I know with certainty probably 90-95% of it. I worry too much. Oh well.
Ronald Talley has apparently left the ND football team. No idea if he's leaving the school, or if he's injured, or what, but he's gone apparently. Which is just so surprising, because he's one of the fairly well-known defensive players on the team right now. All the students know who he is. Heck, someone made a ton of shirts last year that say "Play like Ronald Talley today" with his picture on it. I think I read that he's started in 4 of the 6 games this season. Either 4 or 6. But yeah. It's kind of bizarre, and I'm really curious as to what's going on there. Sigh. He's a good player, and we need good players. And we'll especially need them next year, and he's currently a junior. So now, now that he's gone, next year we'll have 8 guys on the team who are seniors. Perhaps some 5th year seniors, but I don't know. From what I've heard, when this class (my class) entered, there were 16 or 17 of them (so 16 or 17 freshmen coming onto the team when I was a freshman). Which isn't terribly great to begin with. But now, 8 of them are left. Definitely not great. Sigh. Oh well. Time will tell how it'll all flesh out, I guess.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Today
I made baked potato soup tonight for dinner. Was more stressful than I was expecting, and took a bit longer as well (although in reality, it took just about as long as the recipe said it would, so I don't know what I was thinking), but it turned out ok. Although the bacon I used, I wish I had cooked longer so it was lots more crisp. The bacon was rather fatty, more so than I like (much more so, since I always prefer my bacon to be crisp almost to the point of being burnt), but oh well. All in all it turned out fairly well. Although, I did burn my poor little finger, but mostly because I'm an idiot and my brain didn't work too well for a second. But I think it'll be fine. Thought it might blister, but I had it wrapped in a cold wet paper towel for awhile so I think that helped. Anyway though.
Went to Foy this morning. Such a pointless waste of the better part of an hour. I went, told him I still hadn't gotten the stupid freaking retainer to fit, he told me I can either just keep wearing what I'm wearing on my top teeth now, keep trying to work the retainer on so it'll fit, or shell out $150 more for them to make me one there at the office. I guess my noncommittal to anything meant I'll just keep doing what I'm doing, which is wearing this one (which I am so sick of wearing) and perhaps, hopefully, eventually managing to get the stupid retainer to fit. I'm so ready to be done with all this. And by done, I mean getting to the point where I only have to wear the retainer at night. I cannot wait for that time to come.
Went to class this afternoon, of course, and it was...eh. We have a midterm this week, well we got it today and we have to turn it in (online) by next Wednesday. Even though we don't have class next Wednesday as he'll be out of town. And we also have to do another one of those stupid journal things, on top of the midterm. Sigh. Oh well.
After class I took my camera to CameraWorks to see how much it'd cost to fix, and if they could fix it. Well, they can, but it'll cost me $120. So now I have to decide if I want to shell out that much and keep my fairly nice camera, or take that money and invest it in a new (possibly nicer?) camera. There's one on ebay, with all the stuff, for $150. No bids on it yet, and two days left, but yeah. So I guess it'd cost something like that if I were to get the same one as I have now. If I do get a new one, I'd get one that can use the memory card I currently have, that's for sure. So we'll see. ...
Nothing else really happened today. Well, Mom came home (she was in New Hampshire or Maine or something over the weekend for one of my cousin's wedding, and then Pittsburgh Monday through today for some trade show for work. So that's nice, good that she's home again.
Hm...I have to go to classes tomorrow again...and I have another test in Latin. Perhaps I should go work on that...or not.
Went to Foy this morning. Such a pointless waste of the better part of an hour. I went, told him I still hadn't gotten the stupid freaking retainer to fit, he told me I can either just keep wearing what I'm wearing on my top teeth now, keep trying to work the retainer on so it'll fit, or shell out $150 more for them to make me one there at the office. I guess my noncommittal to anything meant I'll just keep doing what I'm doing, which is wearing this one (which I am so sick of wearing) and perhaps, hopefully, eventually managing to get the stupid retainer to fit. I'm so ready to be done with all this. And by done, I mean getting to the point where I only have to wear the retainer at night. I cannot wait for that time to come.
Went to class this afternoon, of course, and it was...eh. We have a midterm this week, well we got it today and we have to turn it in (online) by next Wednesday. Even though we don't have class next Wednesday as he'll be out of town. And we also have to do another one of those stupid journal things, on top of the midterm. Sigh. Oh well.
After class I took my camera to CameraWorks to see how much it'd cost to fix, and if they could fix it. Well, they can, but it'll cost me $120. So now I have to decide if I want to shell out that much and keep my fairly nice camera, or take that money and invest it in a new (possibly nicer?) camera. There's one on ebay, with all the stuff, for $150. No bids on it yet, and two days left, but yeah. So I guess it'd cost something like that if I were to get the same one as I have now. If I do get a new one, I'd get one that can use the memory card I currently have, that's for sure. So we'll see. ...
Nothing else really happened today. Well, Mom came home (she was in New Hampshire or Maine or something over the weekend for one of my cousin's wedding, and then Pittsburgh Monday through today for some trade show for work. So that's nice, good that she's home again.
Hm...I have to go to classes tomorrow again...and I have another test in Latin. Perhaps I should go work on that...or not.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Hmmmm......
Not quite sure why it's never occurred to me before, but I just came across a recipe for a bacon and potato soup. I happen to absolutely love (yes, I am aware of what I just did, but the extreme emphasis just had to be made) soup that involves potatoes mixed with bacon and cheese. Mm mm good. But like I said, or started to say, I had never previously thought to try making it myself. So now I think I'm going to have to do just that. When, I have no idea. But one of these days.
I dislike bad days
I just tried watching part of Friday Night Lights for the first time, and I couldn't watch more than like a minute. I mean, it seems like it might be interesting, and I'll admit to liking Kyle Chandler (who plays the head coach dude guy), but man I just cannot handle the camera work in that show. It's that camera stuff I've always hated, that unfortunately seems to be growing in popularity for reasons I don't understand. It's almost worse than a home movie. Home movies at least usually are somewhat steady, but these camera shots seem like they're being held by someone who's shivering, or who just can't stand completely still. Gives me a headache. And as I'm already on this side of one of those, I don't need something making it worse. But seriously, is it that much more expensive to invest in a camera stand or two? I just don't get the appeal of this type of camera shot. Not at all.
Today was much more of a bad day than I would have liked. I mean, nothing really bad happened, it just wasn't a great day. i was tired when I woke up (because I stayed up too late finishing some history reading, and I didn't even manage to do that completely), and then I went to history which was as usual not bad--I'd have to say that that class consistently is the class which annoys me the least while I'm sitting in it. Rarely do I check my watch, thinking that an hour, or at least 45 minutes, has gone by, and find that half an hour or less has actually passed. Rarely do I wish my history prof would just shut up already and let us leave. None of that. And for that reason, it's probably easily my favorite class. Today my prof told us that next summer she'll be offering a summer session class that involves going to Massachusetts for a week or so, called "Pilgrims, patriots, and poets." Apparently this past summer she had a summer class that involved going to England and looking at stuff there. My interest was quite piqued when she told us about this next one though, since it's stuff I've always been interested in. Of course, I won't be able to go as I won't be enrolled at UCCS anymore (but I did think of something, have no idea if it would work, but perhaps somehow taking it as a summer class and having the credits go toward ND. I doubt it'd fly though). But I bet it'll be quite interesting. But oh yeah, back to my day.
So I got history over with, we got out about five minutes early so I seized upon the opportunity to go to Mass even though I knew I'd be late, probably, and I was--about five minutes late. Five minutes at a normal Sunday Mass wouldn't be anything, but five minutes at a short daily Mass means getting there pretty much when the Gospel's being read. Which is what happened today. But anyway, I'm glad I went. I had been planning on going to this camera repair shop between history and English, but by the time I got to where I would either turn left to go back to campus or right to go to the shop, I decided I might not have enough time so I just went back to campus. Sat in my car for a little while. Went to English, which was less than thrilling, but it went by fast enough. Although, I am getting a bit sick of these "classics" of American literature. Why does it seem like all classic, wonderful, "perfect" books are always depressing, complete downers? So far, out of the four we've read, three have been depressing. Huck Finn is the one exception, although that one's not exactly terribly happy-go-lucky either. And then of the remaining ones we have, which include One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, The Human Stain, and Black Boy, I'm betting all three are going to be downers too. Although I suppose the first one might be better, I'm not sure, never having seen the movie or really knowing much what it's about beyond some guys in a mental institution. Those three we've read that can definitely be classified as downers all have one of the main characters dying tragically--Scarlet Letter has...uh...I forget his name, but the preacher guy she has the baby with, and he dies a slow painful death after years of hiding his shame and whatnot; The Awakening has the main character killing herself after being a "tortured soul" because she doesn't want to be a housewife anymore, she wants to break away from her husband and kids, blah blah blah; and The Great Gatsby has the title character getting killed. Yeah I'm definitely not impressed by these books. Anyway though.
Went to the camera repair shop after that class, but alas, it was closed. And to me, it looked like it was closed closed, not just "gone for the day" or anything. So now I have to find somewhere else to go try to get my camera fixed. Anyway, after that I still had over an hour before I had to get back to campus, and I was relatively close to home by then, so instead of going back to campus to sit in my car for an hour, I went home, had some food, and then eventually went back for my Latin class. And the first half hour of that class seemed to take FOREVER. Luckily the hour after that didn't seem to take quite as long, proportionally, but yeah. Sometimes I just dislike the repetitiveness of that class. I guess it doesn't fit my learning type very well, or something. Oh well. Eventually it ended, and I came home, and now I'm here. And I just feel very...blah. Sigh.
I think I want to see that movie about Iwo Jima. I think it's called Flags of our Fathers. Looks good. And I just saw a commercial the other day for a movie, something about a horse and a ranch, and I don't know. But that might be fun to see too. Man it's been awhile since I've seen a movie in the theaters. Might have been Pirates 3, like at the beginning of August. Unless there's something else I'm forgetting, which is entirely possible. Either that or Talladega Nights.
Man I have a headache. Not cool.
I need to make some changes. How that'll happen, I'm not entirely sure. Oh, and people need to learn to RESPOND TO EMAILS. Pretty soon I'll have to resort to using the phone. And that's just not cool.
Today was much more of a bad day than I would have liked. I mean, nothing really bad happened, it just wasn't a great day. i was tired when I woke up (because I stayed up too late finishing some history reading, and I didn't even manage to do that completely), and then I went to history which was as usual not bad--I'd have to say that that class consistently is the class which annoys me the least while I'm sitting in it. Rarely do I check my watch, thinking that an hour, or at least 45 minutes, has gone by, and find that half an hour or less has actually passed. Rarely do I wish my history prof would just shut up already and let us leave. None of that. And for that reason, it's probably easily my favorite class. Today my prof told us that next summer she'll be offering a summer session class that involves going to Massachusetts for a week or so, called "Pilgrims, patriots, and poets." Apparently this past summer she had a summer class that involved going to England and looking at stuff there. My interest was quite piqued when she told us about this next one though, since it's stuff I've always been interested in. Of course, I won't be able to go as I won't be enrolled at UCCS anymore (but I did think of something, have no idea if it would work, but perhaps somehow taking it as a summer class and having the credits go toward ND. I doubt it'd fly though). But I bet it'll be quite interesting. But oh yeah, back to my day.
So I got history over with, we got out about five minutes early so I seized upon the opportunity to go to Mass even though I knew I'd be late, probably, and I was--about five minutes late. Five minutes at a normal Sunday Mass wouldn't be anything, but five minutes at a short daily Mass means getting there pretty much when the Gospel's being read. Which is what happened today. But anyway, I'm glad I went. I had been planning on going to this camera repair shop between history and English, but by the time I got to where I would either turn left to go back to campus or right to go to the shop, I decided I might not have enough time so I just went back to campus. Sat in my car for a little while. Went to English, which was less than thrilling, but it went by fast enough. Although, I am getting a bit sick of these "classics" of American literature. Why does it seem like all classic, wonderful, "perfect" books are always depressing, complete downers? So far, out of the four we've read, three have been depressing. Huck Finn is the one exception, although that one's not exactly terribly happy-go-lucky either. And then of the remaining ones we have, which include One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, The Human Stain, and Black Boy, I'm betting all three are going to be downers too. Although I suppose the first one might be better, I'm not sure, never having seen the movie or really knowing much what it's about beyond some guys in a mental institution. Those three we've read that can definitely be classified as downers all have one of the main characters dying tragically--Scarlet Letter has...uh...I forget his name, but the preacher guy she has the baby with, and he dies a slow painful death after years of hiding his shame and whatnot; The Awakening has the main character killing herself after being a "tortured soul" because she doesn't want to be a housewife anymore, she wants to break away from her husband and kids, blah blah blah; and The Great Gatsby has the title character getting killed. Yeah I'm definitely not impressed by these books. Anyway though.
Went to the camera repair shop after that class, but alas, it was closed. And to me, it looked like it was closed closed, not just "gone for the day" or anything. So now I have to find somewhere else to go try to get my camera fixed. Anyway, after that I still had over an hour before I had to get back to campus, and I was relatively close to home by then, so instead of going back to campus to sit in my car for an hour, I went home, had some food, and then eventually went back for my Latin class. And the first half hour of that class seemed to take FOREVER. Luckily the hour after that didn't seem to take quite as long, proportionally, but yeah. Sometimes I just dislike the repetitiveness of that class. I guess it doesn't fit my learning type very well, or something. Oh well. Eventually it ended, and I came home, and now I'm here. And I just feel very...blah. Sigh.
I think I want to see that movie about Iwo Jima. I think it's called Flags of our Fathers. Looks good. And I just saw a commercial the other day for a movie, something about a horse and a ranch, and I don't know. But that might be fun to see too. Man it's been awhile since I've seen a movie in the theaters. Might have been Pirates 3, like at the beginning of August. Unless there's something else I'm forgetting, which is entirely possible. Either that or Talladega Nights.
Man I have a headache. Not cool.
I need to make some changes. How that'll happen, I'm not entirely sure. Oh, and people need to learn to RESPOND TO EMAILS. Pretty soon I'll have to resort to using the phone. And that's just not cool.
Snowtastic
Is there anything not wonderful about snow? I suppose driving in it can suck, but I mostly blame the other drivers on the road. I'd be fine driving in snow if it weren't for other people. (That's not to say I'd be driving the speed limit if the icy roads warranted driving slow, but other people just become even bigger idiots when a snowflake appears and it just messes everything up.) But in general, snow rocks.
I think I will forever hate the National Honor Society. I was one of a very few of my friends and acquaintances (most in IB, of course) who wasn't accepted when I first applied, so I guess at the end of sophomore year. I to this day have no idea why I wouldn't have been accepted when practically everyone else, who were pretty much exactly in the same boat as I was, did get accepted. The kicker was when a classmate got in who had gotten in trouble recently for having alcohol at school, or something like that. And I, who had a completely spotless record and all that, didn't get in. Anyway. In the end, NHS is just some stupid resume booster that really is crap, and really I don't sit here harboring great resentment towards NHS (or at least my school's chapter--the decision process seemed to be more or less a popularity contest kind of thing, and for that reason had I re-applied in my junior year when I knew lots of people in NHS I probably could have gotten in), but I will admit, I don't have good feelings towards it. And someone being in it, or having been in it, definitely doesn't impress me. And this is all pointless, but I saw a mention of it and thought of it. And felt like sharing. Because I'm bored. No, not bored, just...here.
While working today, I saw at least two people in the mall wearing something ND related. One guy came into the store wearing an ND hat, and another guy was in the food court wearing an ND shirt. Always gets me a little excited to see people wearing ND paraphrenalia, because I don't see it a lot here.
Work tonight, or today I guess, was lots of fun. However, this was, I'm sure, because I was working with Mandy--not Michael--and none of us yet really know how we're supposed to do what all Michael wants us to do every day when we get there. And Mandy's last day is Thursday, so she doesn't care what we do. So it was fun. And I got stuff sold. Actually a pretty good day, sales-wise. Plus I sold quite a bit of leather care, which is like the all-important PUSH PUSH PUSH item thing lately. Sigh. I still don't know what to do though.
I hope the next two and three weeks move by quickly. Two weeks is Peter's graduation, which I'm looking forward to, and three weeks is of course Notre Dame!!! Which I'm fairly indifferent about, of course. haha.
Ha so tonight at work I told Mandy something that really surprised her. She asked if I've ever kissed a guy, to which I of course said no. And I do suppose it's rather an anomaly for a girl my age, but then, so am I. It's just kind of funny. That's all.
Man, I want to get my license. They said to allow 30 days before going back to complain (well, I added the "to complain" part), but I sure hope I don't have to wait 30 days. With any luck, I'll get it tomorrow. Stupid Columbus Day, a pointless holiday that doesn't give me a day off or anything, and also doesn't give me mail. 99% of the time the mail sucks, but you know, every once in awhile there's something good in there.
It's snowing. Ever so lightly, but it's snowing. I love it.
I think I will forever hate the National Honor Society. I was one of a very few of my friends and acquaintances (most in IB, of course) who wasn't accepted when I first applied, so I guess at the end of sophomore year. I to this day have no idea why I wouldn't have been accepted when practically everyone else, who were pretty much exactly in the same boat as I was, did get accepted. The kicker was when a classmate got in who had gotten in trouble recently for having alcohol at school, or something like that. And I, who had a completely spotless record and all that, didn't get in. Anyway. In the end, NHS is just some stupid resume booster that really is crap, and really I don't sit here harboring great resentment towards NHS (or at least my school's chapter--the decision process seemed to be more or less a popularity contest kind of thing, and for that reason had I re-applied in my junior year when I knew lots of people in NHS I probably could have gotten in), but I will admit, I don't have good feelings towards it. And someone being in it, or having been in it, definitely doesn't impress me. And this is all pointless, but I saw a mention of it and thought of it. And felt like sharing. Because I'm bored. No, not bored, just...here.
While working today, I saw at least two people in the mall wearing something ND related. One guy came into the store wearing an ND hat, and another guy was in the food court wearing an ND shirt. Always gets me a little excited to see people wearing ND paraphrenalia, because I don't see it a lot here.
Work tonight, or today I guess, was lots of fun. However, this was, I'm sure, because I was working with Mandy--not Michael--and none of us yet really know how we're supposed to do what all Michael wants us to do every day when we get there. And Mandy's last day is Thursday, so she doesn't care what we do. So it was fun. And I got stuff sold. Actually a pretty good day, sales-wise. Plus I sold quite a bit of leather care, which is like the all-important PUSH PUSH PUSH item thing lately. Sigh. I still don't know what to do though.
I hope the next two and three weeks move by quickly. Two weeks is Peter's graduation, which I'm looking forward to, and three weeks is of course Notre Dame!!! Which I'm fairly indifferent about, of course. haha.
Ha so tonight at work I told Mandy something that really surprised her. She asked if I've ever kissed a guy, to which I of course said no. And I do suppose it's rather an anomaly for a girl my age, but then, so am I. It's just kind of funny. That's all.
Man, I want to get my license. They said to allow 30 days before going back to complain (well, I added the "to complain" part), but I sure hope I don't have to wait 30 days. With any luck, I'll get it tomorrow. Stupid Columbus Day, a pointless holiday that doesn't give me a day off or anything, and also doesn't give me mail. 99% of the time the mail sucks, but you know, every once in awhile there's something good in there.
It's snowing. Ever so lightly, but it's snowing. I love it.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Mmm, fall
It was misty as I was driving home tonight, and it's been like that most of today as well. It's supposed to turn to snow later tonight I think. So that's fun. But the cool thing about driving home tonight was when I turned onto my street. We live at the top of a hill, so almost as soon as I got on my street, I noticed the fog. It was awesome. I hadn't noticed fog the rest of the drive home, but it was there on my street. I love it. Fog is great.
Can you say desperate?
This is how much I don't want to be at Wilsons until the end of December. I looked at the job opening list at uccs online, and saw that Pizza Hut is hiring delivery drivers, and I'm actually considering it. Is that sad or what? I just...argh. I don't think I can do this for another two months. Maybe if I was getting paid more, but I'm not. Of course, I'd get a lower hourly wage if I did the pizza delivery thing, but then I'd get tips too. Whatever that's worth. This job is just stressing me out too much, and it's only going to get lots worse. I know I'm being ridiculously whiny, and stupid, but I do value my mental health. I could also, apparently, apply to be a package handler at UPS, in the early morning hours (like between 3:30-8:30) for a month or so. Or, apparently there's a few openings at the UCCS bookstore cashiering or whatever. So I don't know. This all is just making me wish the semester was over even more.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
What is wrong with me?
Ok, so things are changing at work now that's making me want to be there even less than before. It just seems like whatever I do, it's never good enough. I don't know. I'm really thinking that the whole holiday season retail thing is going to kick my butt, and I really don't want that to happen. But at the same time, I don't have enough money saved to pay for tuition I need to pay for next semester. I mean, I probably have at least half of it, and I'll be getting at least some back with a tax return in the spring or whenever, but...I don't know. I just have a feeling that resentment towards that job is going to continually build up more and more over the next couple of months, until I would rightfully (meaning have to, because I'll be leaving) quit, and I really don't want that. And yeah, it's all on me because I can decide how I want to view the job, but...I'm not made for retail. Never will be. It's just not who I am. And so, as long as that's what I'm doing, I'm not really going to be all too happy with it. My heart's not in it, and never will be. It hasn't really been horrible up to now, but with the soon-to-come changes, I think it's going to get a whole lot worse. With those changes, and the fact that the holiday shopping season is coming up. Sigh. I have to decide soon though.
To change the subject completely, I've realized lately that I greatly enjoy bacon. Not so much by itself, unless maybe it's turkey bacon, but in stuff. If something says it has bacon on/in it, it's a definite selling point. And no, I don't eat it often, but man it's good when I do. Like BLTs, or baked potato soup with bacon, or club sandwiches. Mmm.
In other news, I am becoming as bad as my mom with the crying at the drop of a hat with anything sentimental or touching or whatever. I'm watching Extreme Makover: Home Edition, and dude, I cannot keep it together. I've become such a crybaby. And I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. What happened to the girl who was dead inside?
I seriously cannot believe how much I enjoy watching football. I did last year too, but last year it was mostly only the teams I had some sort of interest in, which for the most part consisted of Notre Dame (duh), New England, and Denver. And NFL was only occasional. This year, though, if football's on, I want to watch it. Typically more than anything else that might be on. It's weird. And not necessarily good. And it's not, as my sister likes to tease me, just so I'll be more interesting to guys. Heck, if that were true, I would have started feigning an interest in football long ago. haha.
Man I have a lot of reading to do before Tuesday. Perhaps I should get on that...
To change the subject completely, I've realized lately that I greatly enjoy bacon. Not so much by itself, unless maybe it's turkey bacon, but in stuff. If something says it has bacon on/in it, it's a definite selling point. And no, I don't eat it often, but man it's good when I do. Like BLTs, or baked potato soup with bacon, or club sandwiches. Mmm.
In other news, I am becoming as bad as my mom with the crying at the drop of a hat with anything sentimental or touching or whatever. I'm watching Extreme Makover: Home Edition, and dude, I cannot keep it together. I've become such a crybaby. And I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. What happened to the girl who was dead inside?
I seriously cannot believe how much I enjoy watching football. I did last year too, but last year it was mostly only the teams I had some sort of interest in, which for the most part consisted of Notre Dame (duh), New England, and Denver. And NFL was only occasional. This year, though, if football's on, I want to watch it. Typically more than anything else that might be on. It's weird. And not necessarily good. And it's not, as my sister likes to tease me, just so I'll be more interesting to guys. Heck, if that were true, I would have started feigning an interest in football long ago. haha.
Man I have a lot of reading to do before Tuesday. Perhaps I should get on that...
Argh!
I really really hate it when people call those who don't want to recognize gay "marriage" bigots. Or when they equate not letting gay couples get "married" to not letting two people of different races (a black man and a white woman, for example) get married. Race has no factor in marriage. Gender does. Gender and race are not the same thing. Man it's annoying. There's so much misinformation, or blatant lies and namecalling, regarding this issue and the people who want to protect marriage. I guess, hopefully, in a perfect world, the truth will prevail. Maybe not right now, but ultimately. Hopefully. One day.
Just a poll, but...
It sure feels good to be back in the top 10 again. We're #9 in that poll, and I think #8 in the USA/Coaches poll. I mean, it's nice to say "who cares where we're ranked," but it really does matter, especially at this point in the season, if we want to be able to make it to a BCS bowl. I wouldn't have been surprised if we hadn't moved up much after our win, because we didn't run up the score and so people like to say we "barely got by" winless Stanford. Which clearly wasn't the case. But anyway, we made it back into the top 10, and that's good. The rest of the games we're playing before USC over Thanksgiving weekend aren't against terribly good teams, and poll people like to see big games, so that could hurt us. But since we're in the top 10 now, we should be ok (assuming we win out, of course). As long as we're in the top 8 at the end of the season, we're guaranteed a BCS bowl, and if something terribly sad happens, if we're in the top 14 we're elligible to be picked for one. But anyhoo. For this week, good for us. And now it's a bye week, time to rest and get healthy again (we've been having too many guys this season not at their 100%, and it's not good--because we don't even have great backups, so making sure our starters are healthy is important. Even Zibby was out yesterday, thanks to that bad hit he got last week). Anyway though. Just thought I'd share the good news of our ranking.
Ooooooh!
The high on Wednesday, at least as of right now, is 41 degrees. Or maybe it was 46. They just showed it but now I forget. Either way, cold. I'm excited. All week, well the next five days, it's only supposed to be 40s or 50s. How awesome.
The lights in Colorado Springs suck. Traffic lights, I mean. Just...argh. I hit almost every single one red on the way home tonight. Of course, if I had been in my own car instead of the huuuuge van, I probably would have been able to get in front of some people that ended up causing me to get caught by one light, which then caused me to get stuck by the next, etc. I can maneuver better in my own car, since it's smaller and I'm much more comfortable with it. Not so much with the huge van. Sigh. Oh well. I managed to get home, and probably not much sooner than I would have otherwise, but still. It felt like it took forever. And today has seemed long in general for some reason.
Today was Navy-Air Force (at Air Force), so tonight there were quite a few cadets and...midshipmen? (is that what Navy people are called? I think so...) walking around in their uniforms. Navy has black ones, Air Force of course has the blue. That is one perk of working at the Chapel Hills Mall. Cadets seem to go there fairly often, and it's never bad seeing a military guy in uniform. Of course, I think I remember hearing from someone that it's the freshmen who wear their uniforms out when they're off base, but I could be wrong about that. Either way, it's still fun. And it was fun to see the Navy guys too tonight. Those black uniforms sure do look sharp. Of course, Air Force isn't too shabby either. Ok I'm done now.
Oh, while I'm thinking about it though, I'm wondering what I should wear when I go to the ND-Air Force game. The obvious choice is this year's The Shirt, but the reason I would maybe not wear that is because it's blue, as is Air Force. Air Force isn't navy blue, and The Shirt is, but...hm. So what do you all think, anyone?
I had a way too long paragraph here about how annoying people's comparisons are between Willingham and Weis. But no one cares and Ty doesn't deserve that much space on my blog, even to complain about him.
Hey, know what a good movie is? "On A Clear Day." It's about a guy who decides to try to swim the English Channel. And everyone in it has like a Scottish (or Irish, I can't remember) accent. Which is always fun.
I finally bought the Josh Turner CD I've been wanting. I also got a Rascal Flatts CD. Not their newest one, but their next to newest one. Not sure why, but I wanted that one more. Anyway. I also bought the Truman Show (for $6) and the newer version of Pride and Prejudice. And some blank tapes, but that's not very exciting. I was pretty happy though. At first I thought they just had the older Josh Turner album, and then I went and checked the "top sellers" section because I knew that his new CD has been selling very well, and there were some copies there. I was quite happy to see that.
I have to work tomorrow, and then for Monday Brenda asked me if I could come in at 1:30 instead of 5:30 so she could leave early to take care of something she has to do, since she and her husband are in the process of trying to buy a house. So, I really didn't want to, but I said I'd be able to since I really don't have any excuse not to. Plus, it's a little bit more money. Stupid money. ugh. Oh well. But then I wasn't supposed to be working the following Sunday, the 15th, but the schedule for that week is made now and I am working that day (and not only the regular 2:30-6:30 shift, but a lovely 2:30-10:30 shift because we probably once again have to change around the store because Wilsons is stupid). Which sucks, especially since I think I'll have to work the Sunday after that (and possibly the next one too) due to the fact that I'll be gone for Peter's graduation and then the football game. If I have to work 4 Sundays in a row I won't be happy. But then I know I shouldn't complain because I am getting those two weekends off, but...argh. I hate having to work on Sundays. Always have, in any job, and always will. Sigh. But who knows. Maybe somehow I won't have to work the Sunday after the 15th. I somehow, surprisingly, don't have to work anything that week (the week of the 15th) other than that Sunday and then like a 4 or 4.5 hour shift on Monday, but the sucky thing is the 15th is Tom's birthday, and I thought I was going to have that weekend off so if we are planning on doing something with him, I'd be able to do it too, but now I don't know. Argh. Ok sorry. In a perfect world, I wouldn't ever have to work Sundays. But then, in a perfect world, things would be...different.
I think there was something else I wanted to say, but alas, my memory has failed me once again. Oh well. Goodnight then.
The lights in Colorado Springs suck. Traffic lights, I mean. Just...argh. I hit almost every single one red on the way home tonight. Of course, if I had been in my own car instead of the huuuuge van, I probably would have been able to get in front of some people that ended up causing me to get caught by one light, which then caused me to get stuck by the next, etc. I can maneuver better in my own car, since it's smaller and I'm much more comfortable with it. Not so much with the huge van. Sigh. Oh well. I managed to get home, and probably not much sooner than I would have otherwise, but still. It felt like it took forever. And today has seemed long in general for some reason.
Today was Navy-Air Force (at Air Force), so tonight there were quite a few cadets and...midshipmen? (is that what Navy people are called? I think so...) walking around in their uniforms. Navy has black ones, Air Force of course has the blue. That is one perk of working at the Chapel Hills Mall. Cadets seem to go there fairly often, and it's never bad seeing a military guy in uniform. Of course, I think I remember hearing from someone that it's the freshmen who wear their uniforms out when they're off base, but I could be wrong about that. Either way, it's still fun. And it was fun to see the Navy guys too tonight. Those black uniforms sure do look sharp. Of course, Air Force isn't too shabby either. Ok I'm done now.
Oh, while I'm thinking about it though, I'm wondering what I should wear when I go to the ND-Air Force game. The obvious choice is this year's The Shirt, but the reason I would maybe not wear that is because it's blue, as is Air Force. Air Force isn't navy blue, and The Shirt is, but...hm. So what do you all think, anyone?
I had a way too long paragraph here about how annoying people's comparisons are between Willingham and Weis. But no one cares and Ty doesn't deserve that much space on my blog, even to complain about him.
Hey, know what a good movie is? "On A Clear Day." It's about a guy who decides to try to swim the English Channel. And everyone in it has like a Scottish (or Irish, I can't remember) accent. Which is always fun.
I finally bought the Josh Turner CD I've been wanting. I also got a Rascal Flatts CD. Not their newest one, but their next to newest one. Not sure why, but I wanted that one more. Anyway. I also bought the Truman Show (for $6) and the newer version of Pride and Prejudice. And some blank tapes, but that's not very exciting. I was pretty happy though. At first I thought they just had the older Josh Turner album, and then I went and checked the "top sellers" section because I knew that his new CD has been selling very well, and there were some copies there. I was quite happy to see that.
I have to work tomorrow, and then for Monday Brenda asked me if I could come in at 1:30 instead of 5:30 so she could leave early to take care of something she has to do, since she and her husband are in the process of trying to buy a house. So, I really didn't want to, but I said I'd be able to since I really don't have any excuse not to. Plus, it's a little bit more money. Stupid money. ugh. Oh well. But then I wasn't supposed to be working the following Sunday, the 15th, but the schedule for that week is made now and I am working that day (and not only the regular 2:30-6:30 shift, but a lovely 2:30-10:30 shift because we probably once again have to change around the store because Wilsons is stupid). Which sucks, especially since I think I'll have to work the Sunday after that (and possibly the next one too) due to the fact that I'll be gone for Peter's graduation and then the football game. If I have to work 4 Sundays in a row I won't be happy. But then I know I shouldn't complain because I am getting those two weekends off, but...argh. I hate having to work on Sundays. Always have, in any job, and always will. Sigh. But who knows. Maybe somehow I won't have to work the Sunday after the 15th. I somehow, surprisingly, don't have to work anything that week (the week of the 15th) other than that Sunday and then like a 4 or 4.5 hour shift on Monday, but the sucky thing is the 15th is Tom's birthday, and I thought I was going to have that weekend off so if we are planning on doing something with him, I'd be able to do it too, but now I don't know. Argh. Ok sorry. In a perfect world, I wouldn't ever have to work Sundays. But then, in a perfect world, things would be...different.
I think there was something else I wanted to say, but alas, my memory has failed me once again. Oh well. Goodnight then.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Great stuff
That was a good game, overall. Defense actually looked really good, and they only gave up one TD which happened to be on a ridiculous trick play. Ideally, Stanford still shouldn't have gotten that, but hey. We still won, and it was good.
AND...Looks like the Yankees might be just about out of the World Series race. It's bottom of the 8th right now, 8-1 and Detroit is beating them. If Detroit wins this game, they move on and Yankees don't. Which is what we all want to see, of course. Yankees suck.
But yay Notre Dame. They rock.
AND...Looks like the Yankees might be just about out of the World Series race. It's bottom of the 8th right now, 8-1 and Detroit is beating them. If Detroit wins this game, they move on and Yankees don't. Which is what we all want to see, of course. Yankees suck.
But yay Notre Dame. They rock.
Aaaaaaa!
Man, this Notre Dame team sure knows how to make it exciting. And by exciting I mean heart-stopping at times, wondering if they will in fact manage to pull it out. Of course, most times they manage to get it together, but man.
I'm quite full of adrenaline at the moment, and it's still only 3rd quarter. And I want my new drivers license to get here. It really doesn't matter, but I want it. I had a dream about it last night, and the picture wasn't good. My hair was good in it, but overall it wasn't a good picture. And so now I really want to see it.
Back to the game now.
I'm quite full of adrenaline at the moment, and it's still only 3rd quarter. And I want my new drivers license to get here. It really doesn't matter, but I want it. I had a dream about it last night, and the picture wasn't good. My hair was good in it, but overall it wasn't a good picture. And so now I really want to see it.
Back to the game now.
Harvest Mooooon
Apparently tonight's full moon is the harvest moon. Pretty cool. Would explain why tonight and the last few nights have seemed quite brighter than normal, even than a normal full moon. Neatacular.
Yankees lost tonight. Like 6-0. 2nd in a row. I shouldnt' be writing this now because now they'll turn around and win the next two, but man I hope they lose the next game. I hate the Yankees. As any self-respecting person should.
Seems like I've been talking about sports a lot lately...or at least mentioning it...hm. Perhaps I'm turning into a boy. Boy wouldn't that suck.
Man am I messed up sometimes. Oh well. I'm sure it'll all work itself out one way or another. Or I'll just go completely insane and wind up in a room with padded walls. Which doesn't sound too terrible to me. haha. No, that would be terrible because then I'd be cut off from following sports! Very terrible.
Tomorrow I must manage to get to Best Buy and back before 12...or 12:30 I guess. That's when the game starts. But I have to go buy some blank tapes, and I might as well finally get those CDs I've been talking about. But that means I have to wake up with enough time to shower, perhaps (but that'll be the first to go if I happen to sleep in a bit longer than I plan to), and go to Best Buy and whatnot. I'm sure it'll be entirely possible, though, since apparently Cathy is dropping off Jason at 9 so she can go to some mommies' breakfast thing, minus kids, which is good for her. But yeah. Anyway. I don't know what the point of this was.
Time to go I guess.
Yankees lost tonight. Like 6-0. 2nd in a row. I shouldnt' be writing this now because now they'll turn around and win the next two, but man I hope they lose the next game. I hate the Yankees. As any self-respecting person should.
Seems like I've been talking about sports a lot lately...or at least mentioning it...hm. Perhaps I'm turning into a boy. Boy wouldn't that suck.
Man am I messed up sometimes. Oh well. I'm sure it'll all work itself out one way or another. Or I'll just go completely insane and wind up in a room with padded walls. Which doesn't sound too terrible to me. haha. No, that would be terrible because then I'd be cut off from following sports! Very terrible.
Tomorrow I must manage to get to Best Buy and back before 12...or 12:30 I guess. That's when the game starts. But I have to go buy some blank tapes, and I might as well finally get those CDs I've been talking about. But that means I have to wake up with enough time to shower, perhaps (but that'll be the first to go if I happen to sleep in a bit longer than I plan to), and go to Best Buy and whatnot. I'm sure it'll be entirely possible, though, since apparently Cathy is dropping off Jason at 9 so she can go to some mommies' breakfast thing, minus kids, which is good for her. But yeah. Anyway. I don't know what the point of this was.
Time to go I guess.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Intriguing
As if anyone will remember this in two or three months, but here's a book I think I'd very much like to have in my possession. A Catholic Woman's Book of Days. Perhaps I'll buy it for myself before Christmas, but knowing me, probably not. So...if you're starting your shopping early, and if I'm on your Christmas list (which probably narrows the number of people who read this that this request would apply to down to like...2), well there's an idea.
Lala
Ok, so today I went to history, as normal. Was a tad tad late because right before I was about to leave, Kebbie had to go outside, but it was only to chase a squirrel (and because of the way she was acting, I knew that's why she wanted to go out there, and I didn't want to let her but then I felt bad so I did). So then it took me a minute or two of yelling at her to get her to come inside, and those one or two minutes caused me to be a minute or two late. but it was all good. No worries. History was pretty good. I generally like that class; maybe not everyone in it, but that's ok. The prof is fun. And at the end of class (we got out like fifteen minutes early, which was saweet), we got our document analyses back. I was slightly worried about it, because I didn't really know a whole lot about her expectations and whatnot, so I wasn't expecting a terribly wonderful grade. Maybe a B, but I wasn't going to be terribly surprised at like a C. Ok, maybe a bit surprised. But anyway, I got the paper, turned to the last page, and what did I see but a "Well done!" (or something like that) and an A/A. Which means A for writing/style etc, and A for content. I was quite pleasantly surprised. And rather excited. I feel more confident in this class now. I mean, it's intimidating because so many of the kids in that class are history majors and have had her as a prof before. I'm one of the few who falls into neither category. But this is a good sign, and kind of made my day.
Ok, what really made my day was that I got to go to Mass this afternoon. Twas nice, as usual, and as expected. But oh, so driving home I was on Platte, and when I was stopped at a red light, a cop pulled up behind me. When the light turned green, I started going, didn't gun it obviously, but I didn't do that annoyingly slow speed up thing that people do that makes me hate not getting front row at a red light. Anyway. So I was going along, not speeding, and I realized that like everyone else was way behind me. Including the cop. It was so weird. I wasn't worried, since I knew that I was going the speed limit and everything, but I couldn't figure out why everyone was going so slow. Except for the fact that everyone was probably worried about going even the speed limit with a cop around. A little later, the cop had managed to get next to me, but then people kept going slow, probably because of him. I just don't get it. A cop isn't going to pull you over if you're both driving along and you go--gasp!--the speed limit. Then I stopped to get gas (and I paid less than $40 for it! Very exciting. $2.36, even though this place on Nevada still said 2.71. If someone actually gets gas there, they are completely stupid. Everyone else is at most in the 2.40s. But I digrees), and then later I was next to three motorcycle cops. And again, everyone around them went ridiculously slowly. Luckily I managed to get in front of those people, so it didn't affect me, but I just don't get it. Of course, it could just be that people like to drive below the speed limit all the time, because I do encounter that even when a cop's not around. It's annoying.
hahahaha dude, so I'm watching stupid daytime TV, and right now on "The New CW" it's reruns of What I Like About You. which I've seen an episode or two of in my whole life, since it's always been on the WB which I didn't used to get. Well, still don't, but now htey're kind of combined with UPN, so yeah. Anyway. It's kind of a dumb show, but good enough for...entertainment? But the reason I'm telling you all this is she main character was just talking to the guy she likes on the show, and she asked him to program his ringtone into her phone because she really likes it, and he said "You like the Notre Dame fight song?" And it's awesome! Never would have expected to hear ND mentioned on...well, pretty much any sitcom. So that's my stupid story. I should get that ringtone. Some dude on some TV show has it, why don't I? haha. Ok I'm done.
So we didn't have English today, which is why I'm currently home. Now here's my dilemma. I have Latin at 4:30, but now that I'm home and stuff I really don't want to go. We move quite slowly in that class, and we have three days to go over two chapters before the next quiz. We started the first of those two chapters on Tuesday, and today apparently we'll be doing some more with that and then maybe starting in on the second of those two. And then we'll do more with the second next Tuesday. I currently have a 99.6% in that class or something like that. Definitely not too concerned. I've gotten 106% on both of the last two tests (got like an 87% or something on the first, but we get to drop one at the end of the semester so that one will probably end up being dropped). So my point is, I'm doing pretty fine in that class. Yeah, I already missed one class, and I'll miss another when we go out to Peter's graduation, but I'm just not concerned. And I just really do not want to go. Ok--I'm a terrible horrible person, but I'm not gonna go. There. (Man, even for a class that barely matters--especially since I'm going back to ND--and one I'm kicking butt in, I still feel guilty not going...oh well. I'll get over it. Besides, I don't feel well. Cough, cough. :-P)
Guess I should go be productive, or something crazy like that.
Ok, what really made my day was that I got to go to Mass this afternoon. Twas nice, as usual, and as expected. But oh, so driving home I was on Platte, and when I was stopped at a red light, a cop pulled up behind me. When the light turned green, I started going, didn't gun it obviously, but I didn't do that annoyingly slow speed up thing that people do that makes me hate not getting front row at a red light. Anyway. So I was going along, not speeding, and I realized that like everyone else was way behind me. Including the cop. It was so weird. I wasn't worried, since I knew that I was going the speed limit and everything, but I couldn't figure out why everyone was going so slow. Except for the fact that everyone was probably worried about going even the speed limit with a cop around. A little later, the cop had managed to get next to me, but then people kept going slow, probably because of him. I just don't get it. A cop isn't going to pull you over if you're both driving along and you go--gasp!--the speed limit. Then I stopped to get gas (and I paid less than $40 for it! Very exciting. $2.36, even though this place on Nevada still said 2.71. If someone actually gets gas there, they are completely stupid. Everyone else is at most in the 2.40s. But I digrees), and then later I was next to three motorcycle cops. And again, everyone around them went ridiculously slowly. Luckily I managed to get in front of those people, so it didn't affect me, but I just don't get it. Of course, it could just be that people like to drive below the speed limit all the time, because I do encounter that even when a cop's not around. It's annoying.
hahahaha dude, so I'm watching stupid daytime TV, and right now on "The New CW" it's reruns of What I Like About You. which I've seen an episode or two of in my whole life, since it's always been on the WB which I didn't used to get. Well, still don't, but now htey're kind of combined with UPN, so yeah. Anyway. It's kind of a dumb show, but good enough for...entertainment? But the reason I'm telling you all this is she main character was just talking to the guy she likes on the show, and she asked him to program his ringtone into her phone because she really likes it, and he said "You like the Notre Dame fight song?" And it's awesome! Never would have expected to hear ND mentioned on...well, pretty much any sitcom. So that's my stupid story. I should get that ringtone. Some dude on some TV show has it, why don't I? haha. Ok I'm done.
So we didn't have English today, which is why I'm currently home. Now here's my dilemma. I have Latin at 4:30, but now that I'm home and stuff I really don't want to go. We move quite slowly in that class, and we have three days to go over two chapters before the next quiz. We started the first of those two chapters on Tuesday, and today apparently we'll be doing some more with that and then maybe starting in on the second of those two. And then we'll do more with the second next Tuesday. I currently have a 99.6% in that class or something like that. Definitely not too concerned. I've gotten 106% on both of the last two tests (got like an 87% or something on the first, but we get to drop one at the end of the semester so that one will probably end up being dropped). So my point is, I'm doing pretty fine in that class. Yeah, I already missed one class, and I'll miss another when we go out to Peter's graduation, but I'm just not concerned. And I just really do not want to go. Ok--I'm a terrible horrible person, but I'm not gonna go. There. (Man, even for a class that barely matters--especially since I'm going back to ND--and one I'm kicking butt in, I still feel guilty not going...oh well. I'll get over it. Besides, I don't feel well. Cough, cough. :-P)
Guess I should go be productive, or something crazy like that.
Wow.
The father of a boy killed at Columbine spoke out against the moral degradation in public schools that has, at least in part, led to these recent school shootings. Even more amazingly, he did it on CBS Evening News. Apparently they got quite a few responses saying things that basically come down to "How on earth could these Radical Right-Wing Conservative idiots be allowed to share their opinions?" Ok maybe not quite that bad, but...kind of. Anyway. It's amazing that this guy had the guts to put two and two together publically. He makes some great points, too.
For once
It's no secret that I want to be back at Notre Dame, I think. It's kind of crazy and wonderful, but I feel so much more at peace now than I have in a long time. I think. I mean, I could just be naive, and I could just be ignoring things, but I really really feel that that's where I should be. Obviously I can't be there right now, but I'll be back, and that's a good thing. I'll still miss everything here, but I really want to be there. I was a lot more conflicted before, like last semester and stuff, wanting to go home and yet not knowing if it was the right thing. But now, I want to be at school, and that's it. I know it's the right thing. It's great to feel this way. Who knows how I'll end up feeling when I get back there, but I have a feeling that the next three semesters after this one will zip by twenty times faster than I could ever wish, and I won't have time to get myself into the situation I was in last semester (and before that too).
And boy oh boy I can't wait to go to the Basilica again. Can. not. wait. We got out of history a bit early today, so I got a chance to go to Mass at St. Mary's, which was nice, but being there makes me yearn for the Basilica. It's similar, but lots smaller, and just not the same. But still nice. But nothing will ever be able to compare to the Basilica in my heart. :-)
Anyway. I just hope everything works out the way it's supposed to (and hopefully with good results for me). Particularly in the housing area...if they ever freaking email me back...but yeah. Is it January yet?
And boy oh boy I can't wait to go to the Basilica again. Can. not. wait. We got out of history a bit early today, so I got a chance to go to Mass at St. Mary's, which was nice, but being there makes me yearn for the Basilica. It's similar, but lots smaller, and just not the same. But still nice. But nothing will ever be able to compare to the Basilica in my heart. :-)
Anyway. I just hope everything works out the way it's supposed to (and hopefully with good results for me). Particularly in the housing area...if they ever freaking email me back...but yeah. Is it January yet?
Speechless
I don't have much to say today. A bit odd for me, but I guess that's the way it goes sometimes.
I finally wore one of my new sweaters today. And I enjoyed it. And then tonight, when Colt kept coming to lay on my lap, she for some reason thought it would be a good idea to try to eat the sweater. At first it was just the buttons, which was weird enough. But then later it was the sweater itself. And the buttons too. She's such a weird cat.
Michael Clarke Duncan is pretty cool. I quite enjoy him. Haven't seen any of his movies, really, or very few of them anyway (I love love love him in Armageddon), but I enjoy watching him on Leno and stuff. Fun times.
Apparently it's kids' jeopardy this week, as I mentioned yesterday. I decided while watching it tonight that you just can't watch kids jeopardy. I mean, sure you can feel smart because you know all the answers, but then you realize that you're feeling smart...compared to 10 year olds. And then if you don't know an answer and one of them does know it, you feel like an idiot. And you can't call them idiots for not knowing the answer because they're, well, 10. It's a lose-lose situation.
Hm well I guess I got nothin. I need to go change the cat litter. Terribly exciting.
I finally wore one of my new sweaters today. And I enjoyed it. And then tonight, when Colt kept coming to lay on my lap, she for some reason thought it would be a good idea to try to eat the sweater. At first it was just the buttons, which was weird enough. But then later it was the sweater itself. And the buttons too. She's such a weird cat.
Michael Clarke Duncan is pretty cool. I quite enjoy him. Haven't seen any of his movies, really, or very few of them anyway (I love love love him in Armageddon), but I enjoy watching him on Leno and stuff. Fun times.
Apparently it's kids' jeopardy this week, as I mentioned yesterday. I decided while watching it tonight that you just can't watch kids jeopardy. I mean, sure you can feel smart because you know all the answers, but then you realize that you're feeling smart...compared to 10 year olds. And then if you don't know an answer and one of them does know it, you feel like an idiot. And you can't call them idiots for not knowing the answer because they're, well, 10. It's a lose-lose situation.
Hm well I guess I got nothin. I need to go change the cat litter. Terribly exciting.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
It's not that hard
People really need to answer emails. Especially when they're actually asking something, needed information. Emails between friends and whatnot should also be answered, but if it's an email that's more like a business-related one, it shouldn't take days and days before hearing a reply.
Come on, people.
Come on, people.
Had to happen
First of all, I just switched to this new beta version of blogger, which I'm not really sure how much it actually changes, but now I can put labels on my posts. Which I guess...organizes them? Not sure. Anything that deals with organizing is kind of out of my realm of understanding. haha. Anyway.
So I'm sitting here, writing the next journal entry for my philo class. I gotta say, I'm more than a little disappointed in these journal things. My original impression was that they were going to be much more "write about something that struck you during the last class" kind of thing. But instead, they're basically just one page papers (at least) on a specific topic. And not really fun topics. The first one, maybe the second as well, were kind of like what I was originally thinking they were going to be, but since then not so much. I guess that fits with the rest of the class though. I'm more or less disappointed in this class. I mean, it was the biggest question mark going into this semester, and it could be tons worse. But I'm just not terribly impressed, to say the least. Oh well. At least it's only once a week (of course, it's 2 hours and 40 minutes, once a week). And as for the journals, I know, they're only supposed to be a page (well, at least a page). But sometimes it's a tad ridiculously difficult to figure out a page worth of stuff he's looking for. Like the one due tomorrow, I really have little to no idea what it is he wants, so I'm kind of just BSing the whole thing. Oh well. The midterm we have next week, apparently, should be interesting...
A month from now, I'll be at ND. Well, barring any unforseen unfortunate events. (And let's hope hope hope that none of those happen.) I can't wait. And then November should go by fairly quickly, because there's lots of stuff going on--Air Force-ND game the week after we're at ND, then...not much else until Thanksgiving, but then Thanksgiving, and then it's the Christmas season! Oh, speaking of which, my sister called me today to tell me that she almost threw up when she went looking for Halloween candy at Target. She turned down the holiday aisle, and what did she find? Lots of Christmas stuff! Of course! I mean, it's already Oct 3. Better get a move on with all those decorations and whatnot. Don't want to fall behind. Geez. At least wait until after Halloween, people.
I'm so glad Conan still does "In the Year 2000." It's just so funny.
Oooooh! Guess what? LOST starts again tomorrow night! Dude it's awesome. I haven't watched a single episode all summer, I guess because it's kind of like what's the point. Even though out of the two seasons that have been on so far, I've only seen a few of the first season--a very few--and then like probably half of last season. Maybe a bit more than half. But yeah. Anyway. Either way, I'm very excited about tomorrow's premier.
Today in English, my teacher was saying something about the connection a mother has to the child in her womb, but after he said "child" he had to correct himself and say "fetus" and then when he made the reference again, said "being." It just struck me as odd. Why not just call the baby a child? I don't understand it when people do that. I mean, maybe he wasn't really consciously trying to do what it came off to me as, but he does seem kind of like the type of person who would do that. Oh well.
I'm so impatient for some things. I just can't wait.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. That's pretty good. (Well, if I ignore the fact that the past few Wednesdays have been less than stellar...) Then Thursday is Thursday, and Friday I work 8 hours, and Saturday is football game in the afternoon and work at night, and Sunday is church and work, and Monday is...who knows and work at night, and then I start over again. Sounds fun, no?
So I'm sitting here, writing the next journal entry for my philo class. I gotta say, I'm more than a little disappointed in these journal things. My original impression was that they were going to be much more "write about something that struck you during the last class" kind of thing. But instead, they're basically just one page papers (at least) on a specific topic. And not really fun topics. The first one, maybe the second as well, were kind of like what I was originally thinking they were going to be, but since then not so much. I guess that fits with the rest of the class though. I'm more or less disappointed in this class. I mean, it was the biggest question mark going into this semester, and it could be tons worse. But I'm just not terribly impressed, to say the least. Oh well. At least it's only once a week (of course, it's 2 hours and 40 minutes, once a week). And as for the journals, I know, they're only supposed to be a page (well, at least a page). But sometimes it's a tad ridiculously difficult to figure out a page worth of stuff he's looking for. Like the one due tomorrow, I really have little to no idea what it is he wants, so I'm kind of just BSing the whole thing. Oh well. The midterm we have next week, apparently, should be interesting...
A month from now, I'll be at ND. Well, barring any unforseen unfortunate events. (And let's hope hope hope that none of those happen.) I can't wait. And then November should go by fairly quickly, because there's lots of stuff going on--Air Force-ND game the week after we're at ND, then...not much else until Thanksgiving, but then Thanksgiving, and then it's the Christmas season! Oh, speaking of which, my sister called me today to tell me that she almost threw up when she went looking for Halloween candy at Target. She turned down the holiday aisle, and what did she find? Lots of Christmas stuff! Of course! I mean, it's already Oct 3. Better get a move on with all those decorations and whatnot. Don't want to fall behind. Geez. At least wait until after Halloween, people.
I'm so glad Conan still does "In the Year 2000." It's just so funny.
Oooooh! Guess what? LOST starts again tomorrow night! Dude it's awesome. I haven't watched a single episode all summer, I guess because it's kind of like what's the point. Even though out of the two seasons that have been on so far, I've only seen a few of the first season--a very few--and then like probably half of last season. Maybe a bit more than half. But yeah. Anyway. Either way, I'm very excited about tomorrow's premier.
Today in English, my teacher was saying something about the connection a mother has to the child in her womb, but after he said "child" he had to correct himself and say "fetus" and then when he made the reference again, said "being." It just struck me as odd. Why not just call the baby a child? I don't understand it when people do that. I mean, maybe he wasn't really consciously trying to do what it came off to me as, but he does seem kind of like the type of person who would do that. Oh well.
I'm so impatient for some things. I just can't wait.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. That's pretty good. (Well, if I ignore the fact that the past few Wednesdays have been less than stellar...) Then Thursday is Thursday, and Friday I work 8 hours, and Saturday is football game in the afternoon and work at night, and Sunday is church and work, and Monday is...who knows and work at night, and then I start over again. Sounds fun, no?
Hamlet knew
I'm trying not to complain about the whole split infinitives thing, and normally I can let it go because it's quite rampant--I hear it all the time. But when I'm trying to read a textbook for my philosophy class, and it seems that every other paragraph has at least one split infinitive, boy does it get irritating and distracting. I can't even help it--I see that and I automatically have to go back and reform the sentence in my head so it's not quite so grammatically incorrect.
Petty and stupid, yes. But boy does it bug me. I mean, imagine reading Shakespeare, and all of a sudden you come across a pivotal line. "To be, or to not be. That is the question." It just doesn't work. I would expect it in every day language, or reading an email or a blog, or just talking to someone casually. But in a school book? You would think they would edit a little more carefully. And this isn't just one or two. It's all over the place. And very annoying.
Petty and stupid, yes. But boy does it bug me. I mean, imagine reading Shakespeare, and all of a sudden you come across a pivotal line. "To be, or to not be. That is the question." It just doesn't work. I would expect it in every day language, or reading an email or a blog, or just talking to someone casually. But in a school book? You would think they would edit a little more carefully. And this isn't just one or two. It's all over the place. And very annoying.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Quiet, you!
I never want to go watch a taping of Jeopardy. I'd be sitting there screaming out the answers. Or at least saying them out loud. Twouldn't be good. Especially if it were an episode of kids' jeopardy, particularly if the kids were as dumb as the kids who are on tonight's episode. I guess I'm mean. But seriously, when a clue says something about "a shetland one of these," what's the first kind of animal you think? A dog? Apparently, if you're one of the kids on tonight. haha. Ok sorry.
December comes after October, right?
So perhaps the weather situation isn't quite as dire as I had thought yesterday. Perhaps seems like it might be at least a tad cooler now than they were previously forecasting. Could still easily change, but it's good enough for me for now. I do have a prediction though. Because I've been complaining about the lack of cool or true fall weather lately, in retaliation the weather is going to screw me over by dumping a blizzard on the entire state of Colorado Thursday night into Friday morning, Nov. 2/3. Friday the 3rd is the day we're supposed to fly out to Chicago to go to ND for the weekend. So of course, it would be just my luck for the weather to pull out an everything-halting blizzard just for me, the one time I wouldn't want it, especially because I so often say how much I hope we get lots of snow this winter. Ah, well, what happens happens. Man, though, that would really just suck. I'd be uber-disappointed if I had to miss out on my one chance at ND this semester.
Haha funny that I put that as my title...There's quite a few things in Nov. that I'm looking forward to and would rather not miss. So I guess really, I should be saying November comes after September, because the only thing I'm looking forward to in all of October is going out to see Peter graduate from boot camp at the very end of October. So I'd pretty much be happy as a clam (if clams are really happy, I guess) if we just kind of skipped over the majority of October, went straight to the last weekend of October, and then...well I guess from there on out we can keep things going regularly.
I am already dreading the thought of having to work retail during the holiday season. Argh. If it were fully up to me (and I guess technically it is), I'd quit like right before Thanksgiving. But that'd be like a month's worth of money that I would then not get, and Dad definitely wouldn't be thrilled about that, and I always spend way too much on presents at Christmas...sigh. I mean, I guess it won't be as terrible as I'm anticipating, but I'm just worried I'll have to work a lot more than I'd like, and not get days off that I'd want (like Christmas and New Years Eves, and New Years Day). And I'd for sure rather not work until right before I leave, but then I don't know when a good time to stop would be. Oh well. For now, I'm there.
My ND email isn't working. Quite aggravating. The irrational part of me thought "uh oh, maybe they cancelled my student-ness at ND." But I know that's not it.
I should go to bed soon. I have a headache. Not cool. I just took some excedrin, so I should be ok soon. Hopefully.
Haha funny that I put that as my title...There's quite a few things in Nov. that I'm looking forward to and would rather not miss. So I guess really, I should be saying November comes after September, because the only thing I'm looking forward to in all of October is going out to see Peter graduate from boot camp at the very end of October. So I'd pretty much be happy as a clam (if clams are really happy, I guess) if we just kind of skipped over the majority of October, went straight to the last weekend of October, and then...well I guess from there on out we can keep things going regularly.
I am already dreading the thought of having to work retail during the holiday season. Argh. If it were fully up to me (and I guess technically it is), I'd quit like right before Thanksgiving. But that'd be like a month's worth of money that I would then not get, and Dad definitely wouldn't be thrilled about that, and I always spend way too much on presents at Christmas...sigh. I mean, I guess it won't be as terrible as I'm anticipating, but I'm just worried I'll have to work a lot more than I'd like, and not get days off that I'd want (like Christmas and New Years Eves, and New Years Day). And I'd for sure rather not work until right before I leave, but then I don't know when a good time to stop would be. Oh well. For now, I'm there.
My ND email isn't working. Quite aggravating. The irrational part of me thought "uh oh, maybe they cancelled my student-ness at ND." But I know that's not it.
I should go to bed soon. I have a headache. Not cool. I just took some excedrin, so I should be ok soon. Hopefully.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Lateral passes rock
You may or may not have seen clips from NFL games today, but Indianapolis came pretty close to losing to the Jets. With 8 seconds left, the Jets had the ball and were down 31-28, and they had this crazy ridiculous play in which there were something like 8 lateral passes, in an attempt to get down to the endzone and score and win the game. They fumbled three times during that, recovered twice, and the third time the Colts managed to pick it up which ended the game. Sorry that video isn't great, and doesn't have sound, but it's the only one I could find right now. Anyway. It would have been completely amazing had they scored off of that, but alas it was not to be. But when Dad saw it later, he said it reminded him of this apparently amazing play between Stanford and Cal years ago (it was in 1982) in which there were a few lateral passes, in a kickoff return with 4 seconds on the clock, and Cal ended up running it in for a TD which put them ahead 25-20. In the process, the guy who ran it in ran straight into a Stanford band player as the Stanford band had already started to come onto the field, as everyone thought the game was over. Anyway. So I just watched that play, actually the video I linked to is the last minute of the game, and it's pretty exciting. Took awhile to load, but it was worth it I'd say. But yeah. I actually remember hearing about that, vaguely, when I saw this thing of a timeline of Stanford band stuff (because their band is ridiculously messed up and is banned from ND stadium, some commercial airline apparently, some other stuff, and right now I guess they're even suspended from playing at their own sporting events because of completely stupid things they've done). But anyway. If you have some time, it's worth watching. Of course, I'm a little bit in love with football so if you're not, you might not find it as interesting as me. Oh well.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
I'm so excited...I'm so excited...I'm so...so...scared!
Yeah, I'm not really scared. But I am excited. As to why, I'm not quite sure. I just can't help but feel that something good will happen, sometime, in some way. Probably not any time soon, but eventually. And that makes me happy. And lets me look past some other stuff. Who knows if it'll ever come to fruition, but I'm hopeful.
Tomorrow's high is 80 or 81 degrees. I am most certainly not ok with that. I mean, geez. And it's not really supposed to get much better, at least not in the next five days. It's like high 70s ish, with maybe a day in the 60s. According to the 10 day forecast for weather.com, eventually it'll cool down to 60s. By like next Saturday. So yeah. Who knows if that'll hold up by the time it gets here. Hopefully a freak cold front will come in that they're not expecting. Let's hope for that. (Although it's much more likely that it'll turn out warmer than they're now predicting. Just because that's how it works.)
So, during the sports section of the news tonight (or perhaps during the halftime recap during the night game tonight) they were talking about...Kurt Warner, I believe, of the...um...team that Matt Leinart's on. Whoever it was, they lost tonight, and whoever was discussing it was saying about Kurt Warner that "he fell apart, literally." Which is weird, because I doubt that he was actually literally falling apart. I mean, unless he maybe got a hit that somehow knocked his arm off or something like that. I just don't think that that's a correct use of "literally." But who cares, right?
I need to remember to take my camera in to get checked. I'd like to have it back in working order by the time we go see Peter's graduation at the end of October. Of course, for that it'll probably work fine as it is now, since it generally works fine in daylight. It's the flash that's messed up, so I can't take night/indoor pictures very well. And I definitely want to have it working fully by the time I go out to ND. (Which is in just over a month! How exciting is that???) So perhaps tomorrow that should be a goal of mine to get done. I don't have to work until 5:30, which is awesome, so I have the day to get stuff done. I need to do that, perhaps go to Best Buy and finally buy that CD, call the hair place I go to because I want a haircut, call my eye doctor to make an appointment for a check up, and...hm not sure what else. I'm pretty sure I won't get any of that done, but oh well. Oh, I should do laundry as well, as I'm not entirely sure that I have any more clean underwear...at least, no clean underwear I like. I have clean underwear, but I don't like to wear it if I can help it. So perhaps I should work on that tomorrow.
And now, for my fortune: "Good things will come to you in due course of time"...in bed. hahaha. that never gets old.
Dude, Steven Tyler is freaky looking. That is all.
Ok I just figured it out. The weather is punishing me because Mom and I encouraged Dad last week or whenever it was to relight the pilot light in our fireplace, as it was fairly cold a couple of nights then. So now the weather's all like "ha, I fooled you, this is what you get for thinking you had gotten rid of 80 degree temperatures!" It's a conspiracy, I'm tellin ya.
I'm going to be in bed before 1 tonight. Definitely doable. (Notice I didn't say "asleep." Just in bed. But usually once I make it up there, even if I planned on reading or maybe turning on a bit of a movie, I end up just saying screw it and I just go to sleep.)
Here's to hoping for good things on the morrow.
Tomorrow's high is 80 or 81 degrees. I am most certainly not ok with that. I mean, geez. And it's not really supposed to get much better, at least not in the next five days. It's like high 70s ish, with maybe a day in the 60s. According to the 10 day forecast for weather.com, eventually it'll cool down to 60s. By like next Saturday. So yeah. Who knows if that'll hold up by the time it gets here. Hopefully a freak cold front will come in that they're not expecting. Let's hope for that. (Although it's much more likely that it'll turn out warmer than they're now predicting. Just because that's how it works.)
So, during the sports section of the news tonight (or perhaps during the halftime recap during the night game tonight) they were talking about...Kurt Warner, I believe, of the...um...team that Matt Leinart's on. Whoever it was, they lost tonight, and whoever was discussing it was saying about Kurt Warner that "he fell apart, literally." Which is weird, because I doubt that he was actually literally falling apart. I mean, unless he maybe got a hit that somehow knocked his arm off or something like that. I just don't think that that's a correct use of "literally." But who cares, right?
I need to remember to take my camera in to get checked. I'd like to have it back in working order by the time we go see Peter's graduation at the end of October. Of course, for that it'll probably work fine as it is now, since it generally works fine in daylight. It's the flash that's messed up, so I can't take night/indoor pictures very well. And I definitely want to have it working fully by the time I go out to ND. (Which is in just over a month! How exciting is that???) So perhaps tomorrow that should be a goal of mine to get done. I don't have to work until 5:30, which is awesome, so I have the day to get stuff done. I need to do that, perhaps go to Best Buy and finally buy that CD, call the hair place I go to because I want a haircut, call my eye doctor to make an appointment for a check up, and...hm not sure what else. I'm pretty sure I won't get any of that done, but oh well. Oh, I should do laundry as well, as I'm not entirely sure that I have any more clean underwear...at least, no clean underwear I like. I have clean underwear, but I don't like to wear it if I can help it. So perhaps I should work on that tomorrow.
And now, for my fortune: "Good things will come to you in due course of time"...in bed. hahaha. that never gets old.
Dude, Steven Tyler is freaky looking. That is all.
Ok I just figured it out. The weather is punishing me because Mom and I encouraged Dad last week or whenever it was to relight the pilot light in our fireplace, as it was fairly cold a couple of nights then. So now the weather's all like "ha, I fooled you, this is what you get for thinking you had gotten rid of 80 degree temperatures!" It's a conspiracy, I'm tellin ya.
I'm going to be in bed before 1 tonight. Definitely doable. (Notice I didn't say "asleep." Just in bed. But usually once I make it up there, even if I planned on reading or maybe turning on a bit of a movie, I end up just saying screw it and I just go to sleep.)
Here's to hoping for good things on the morrow.
Blech
You know, much as I love it, me and Chinese food don't get along too well. It's kind of like a friend who you enjoy, but whom you can't see too often or you just get incredibly sick of him or her. When I get Chinese food, I always eat too much. To the point where I almost want to make myself throw up just to relieve a little bit of the pressure my stomach's feeling due to the amount of food consumed. I know, this is all my fault because I don't have enough self-control when it comes to Chinese food to stop before I just want to curl up and die (ok, maybe not that extreme). But it's just so good, and soooo filling.
Mmmm.
And at the same time, ugghggggghgghghghgggggggggggggggggggggggh.
Mmmm.
And at the same time, ugghggggghgghghghgggggggggggggggggggggggh.
Aw, man
I was just watching the Patriots-Bengals game, and after the Bengals had a 6-0 lead in the 1st, Patriots started getting TDs and now, with 7 some minutes left in the 4th, Patriots are up 38-13. Thanks to a couple turnovers by the Bengals (namely stripping the ball from Palmer) on the last few plays. They just came back from a commercial, and man the stands all of a sudden are very empty. (the game's in Cincinnati.) And I was thinking, man I don't understand leaving a game early, even when your team's down to the point it looks fairly impossible to win. And right as I was thinking that, the commentators switched over, and they were all like "Since this game is pretty much over [ok, so it was said better than that], we're going to switch you over to a game where the outcome is still very much in question." Jacksonville-Washington, with a score of 27-27 with like three minutes to go in the 4th. Makes me sad. I want to watch my Patriots. :-(
Oh well. At least they're winning. I'm hesistant to say they'll win, because you just never know. A game lasts 60 minutes. That game is still going on. I suppose I'll survive though.
Oh well. At least they're winning. I'm hesistant to say they'll win, because you just never know. A game lasts 60 minutes. That game is still going on. I suppose I'll survive though.
"Headlines"-worthy
Dad pointed this out to me today in the metro section of today's paper. It's the headline thingy of one of the featured opinion letters or whatever, the ones that have the picture of whoever it is (so it's like one of the syndicated columnists). Wanna hear it? You're all gonna roll your eyes at me, but that's ok because I won't see it.
"Colleges are failing to properly educate students."
Now, I could never send that into Leno, even though often he'll have the headline of an article that's dealing with how no one knows how to spell or something, and one of the words in the headline is spelled wrong. Not enough people would notice what's wrong with this one though. But I'm sure all of you, being avid readers of my boring long-winded blog, and having heard me complain about it often enough (although, haven't I been good about it the past month or so?). Anyway. It just made me laugh.
"Colleges are failing to properly educate students."
Now, I could never send that into Leno, even though often he'll have the headline of an article that's dealing with how no one knows how to spell or something, and one of the words in the headline is spelled wrong. Not enough people would notice what's wrong with this one though. But I'm sure all of you, being avid readers of my boring long-winded blog, and having heard me complain about it often enough (although, haven't I been good about it the past month or so?). Anyway. It just made me laugh.
Memos, and other thoughts
Hey, weather, it's basically October. You should most certainly not be sunny and mid 70s for the next week or so. Ever hear of fall? Cool weather? It's not summer anymore. Get with the program. Come on, this is Colorado, you should have at least given us a good frost by now. Geez. This is my punishment for buying sweaters so early, huh?
Hey, NBC, we get the idea. You want us all to watch the new Friday Night Lights TV show. I'm pretty sure no one needs you to be reminding us every other commercial that you have this supposedly AMAZING show that will start sometime soon. Oh, while I'm at it, we also don't need you to be showing the same two Vonage commercials over and over and over during the ND home games. Yeah, yeah, they're sponsored by Vonage, whatever. Get new commercials. And new announcers while you're at it. Those two guys suck. Particularly one. Hammond. Who was wearing the weirdest outfit today. Pink tie and purply looking shirt? Just weird.
Hey, ND, you guys rock. I'm sorry I'm not there to support you all in person, but you better believe I'm always pulling for you all out here. Oh, and Weis, dude, you rock. That fake field goal attempt? B-e-a-utiful. I love you. And Samardzija. And Brady. And Carlson. And Ndukwe. And everyone.
Hey, SNL.
YOU'RE NOT FUNNY ANYMORE. So maybe, work on that. Oh, and the guy you have doing Bush? Yeah, he kinda sucks at it. Not that it's his fault, necessarily, but if you don't have someone to do the impressions, don't do them. Why am I even watching this? Good question.
K guess I'm done with that. You know, it's a real good thing that I'm not deep enough into NFL to have any teams that I really despise. This way, more than likely I won't be terribly disappointed when Brady gets picked by the crappiest team in the draft next year. Apparently there's a chance Raiders might get him if they continue being as crappy as they have been, and I don't htink I'd be terribly happy about that, but luckily I'm not so much a Bronco fan that I'd be upset about it. I just hope he does well in the pros.
Why do NFL cheerleaders wear anything? I mean, they're practically just wearing underwear as it is. Why not just go all the way? (Of course, the real question is why are there NFL cheerleaders, period? I wish NFL would get rid of them altogether. They're just there so all those perverted football-obsessed middle aged men will have something to occupy their minds during halftime. And perhaps when their team isn't doing too well. But all in all, those cheerleaders are stupid.
No matter where you are, you're going to miss something. So while I'm missing stuff going on at ND this semester, were I there I'd be missing things that are going on here. Just one of those things you have to accept and deal with. (And when I say miss things, I don't mean miss as in nostalgic miss, but miss as in physically miss out on it.)
I just happened to see a quick snippet of some interview with Billy Bob Thornton and Jon Heder, and man does Jon Heder look freaky in it. I'm not sure why, but something about him in this interview just looks a bit creepy. So I changed the channel, because I don't want nightmares about Jon Heder coming to kill me in my sleep. Hm, speaking of dreams, I don't remember having a dream in awhile. I mean, it's been awhile since I remember having a dream. Slightly odd.
I have football on the brain, sorry. Today during the game, though, when the rain started in earnest (or so it appeared on TV anyway), my first thought was "Man I wish I was there." I mean, obviously on any given Saturday I'd rather be watching the ND game in person than on TV, but the rain specifically made me wish I was there. And not just because of my long-standing love affair with rain and crappy weather in general.
Where does the phrase "getting one's clock cleaned" come from? I suppose I could google it and find something, but without doing that, it simply doesn't make sense in my head. But speaking of that phrase, and its connotation, man Colorado is not doing well this season. 0-5. Lost to...Mizzou? I think. Of course, when their season opener was a loss against a div. 1-AA team (was it Montana?), that sure didn't bode well for how well they would do this season. Good thing I live in Colorado Springs and thus can stick to paying attention to Air Force, and only occasionally give a passing thought to CU or CSU.
Ok, if I write anything else tonight it'll just be more about football, and I'm pretty sure no one wants to read any more by me about that.
Perhaps I should go to bed soon. yes, that sounds like quite a good idea.
Hey, NBC, we get the idea. You want us all to watch the new Friday Night Lights TV show. I'm pretty sure no one needs you to be reminding us every other commercial that you have this supposedly AMAZING show that will start sometime soon. Oh, while I'm at it, we also don't need you to be showing the same two Vonage commercials over and over and over during the ND home games. Yeah, yeah, they're sponsored by Vonage, whatever. Get new commercials. And new announcers while you're at it. Those two guys suck. Particularly one. Hammond. Who was wearing the weirdest outfit today. Pink tie and purply looking shirt? Just weird.
Hey, ND, you guys rock. I'm sorry I'm not there to support you all in person, but you better believe I'm always pulling for you all out here. Oh, and Weis, dude, you rock. That fake field goal attempt? B-e-a-utiful. I love you. And Samardzija. And Brady. And Carlson. And Ndukwe. And everyone.
Hey, SNL.
YOU'RE NOT FUNNY ANYMORE. So maybe, work on that. Oh, and the guy you have doing Bush? Yeah, he kinda sucks at it. Not that it's his fault, necessarily, but if you don't have someone to do the impressions, don't do them. Why am I even watching this? Good question.
K guess I'm done with that. You know, it's a real good thing that I'm not deep enough into NFL to have any teams that I really despise. This way, more than likely I won't be terribly disappointed when Brady gets picked by the crappiest team in the draft next year. Apparently there's a chance Raiders might get him if they continue being as crappy as they have been, and I don't htink I'd be terribly happy about that, but luckily I'm not so much a Bronco fan that I'd be upset about it. I just hope he does well in the pros.
Why do NFL cheerleaders wear anything? I mean, they're practically just wearing underwear as it is. Why not just go all the way? (Of course, the real question is why are there NFL cheerleaders, period? I wish NFL would get rid of them altogether. They're just there so all those perverted football-obsessed middle aged men will have something to occupy their minds during halftime. And perhaps when their team isn't doing too well. But all in all, those cheerleaders are stupid.
No matter where you are, you're going to miss something. So while I'm missing stuff going on at ND this semester, were I there I'd be missing things that are going on here. Just one of those things you have to accept and deal with. (And when I say miss things, I don't mean miss as in nostalgic miss, but miss as in physically miss out on it.)
I just happened to see a quick snippet of some interview with Billy Bob Thornton and Jon Heder, and man does Jon Heder look freaky in it. I'm not sure why, but something about him in this interview just looks a bit creepy. So I changed the channel, because I don't want nightmares about Jon Heder coming to kill me in my sleep. Hm, speaking of dreams, I don't remember having a dream in awhile. I mean, it's been awhile since I remember having a dream. Slightly odd.
I have football on the brain, sorry. Today during the game, though, when the rain started in earnest (or so it appeared on TV anyway), my first thought was "Man I wish I was there." I mean, obviously on any given Saturday I'd rather be watching the ND game in person than on TV, but the rain specifically made me wish I was there. And not just because of my long-standing love affair with rain and crappy weather in general.
Where does the phrase "getting one's clock cleaned" come from? I suppose I could google it and find something, but without doing that, it simply doesn't make sense in my head. But speaking of that phrase, and its connotation, man Colorado is not doing well this season. 0-5. Lost to...Mizzou? I think. Of course, when their season opener was a loss against a div. 1-AA team (was it Montana?), that sure didn't bode well for how well they would do this season. Good thing I live in Colorado Springs and thus can stick to paying attention to Air Force, and only occasionally give a passing thought to CU or CSU.
Ok, if I write anything else tonight it'll just be more about football, and I'm pretty sure no one wants to read any more by me about that.
Perhaps I should go to bed soon. yes, that sounds like quite a good idea.
Good feelings rock
You know, old-time musicals are like the best movies ever. So very very cheesy, yes, but man do they rock. The happy ones, anyway. They're just such fun to watch and they make you feel good. Movies that make you feel good are awesome. Without all the crap that you have to sit through at most movies nowadays. When I hear "musical" I most certainly don't think of the more modern musicals like Chicago and...what was that one with Nicole Kidman...eh I don't remember. Didn't see it. But those aren't real musicals. The real musicals are the ones where everything ends all nicely and happy and there's none of that other stuff in it. Just completely unrealistic scenarios that always work out for the best. With lots of music and dancing and singing along the way.
And they're so awesome.
And they're so awesome.
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