Knitting, not a hobby, but an obsession

You are interchangeable.
Fun, free, and into everything, you've got every
eventuality covered and every opportunity just
has to be taken. Every fiber is wonderful, and
every day is a new beginning. You are good at
so many things, it's amazing, but you can
easily lose your place and forget to show up.
They have row counters for people like you!


What kind of knitting needles are you?
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I am in love.

Oh, don't worry, poor silent secret admirers of mine, I'm not in love with a person. I'm in love with a movie, yet again. (Pardon me a moment to be amused by the thought of me being the object of a secret admirer, the thought is quite humorous to me)

Being a fan of Jane Austen, and even more a fan of Pride and Prejudice, I absolutely had to see the new adaptation with Keira Knightely and Matthew MacFadyen. I adore the mini-series from 1995, and frankly, couldn't imagine anything less than 6 hours could do justice to the story. How glad I am that I was wrong.

Now, I am a fan of Bride and Prejudice, but I don't think I actually took that movie seriously. It's a musical for Heaven's sake! How am I supposed to take a musical adaptation of Austen seriously? So, I knew I was capable of enjoying a shorter P&P.

The Mormon updated adaptation was insufferable. I found it mind-numbing and insulting. I have only seen it because it was on one of our movie channels one Saturday. If I had paid money to rent that atrocity I'd have more than likely cussed. It's not that I dislike updates, I find Clueless (an update of Emma) rather entertaining, though not inspiring by any means.

This new P&P was.... Enchanting. From the moment it started I was absorbed into the world of this movie. The casting of the parts was perfect (except for Whickham who made me think of Orlando Bloom), even if Bingley had red hair. I don't mind the fast pace of it, or the omission of certain characters.

The music is wonderful, and if you are a fan of soundtracks I suggest you drop everything and run off to buy it now. You heard me, NOW! This blog will still be here when you get back! Ha ha! Actually, as soon as I got home from the theatre I did purchase the soundtrack from Itunes. It's absolutely beautiful.

As the credits rolled, I turned to my mom and said, "I'll end up having 3 different Pride and Prejudice movies. The mini-series, Bride and Prejudice and now this one." One for any sort of mood, long or musical or short. Does life get better? Of course it does.

I plan on seeing the Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe on opening day. I have only seen one adaptation of this lovely little book all the way through. It was the animated one. I have, however, read the book many times and simply love it. I hope the movie lives up to it. I'm sure I'll tell you either way.

Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, God Loves You!

Till next I write!

Lost spoiler, for those who care:



Walt said "They're coming and they're close." Now, that little scene is beaten only by Claire's dream last season as far as creepy factor goes.




Now, on with life... and stuff. I know I'm a little "off" because I love a song by Il Divo (the Josh Groban boy band) (Don't get me wrong, I like Josh Groban) (And in the right mood, I can appreciate a boy band) (And I'll stop with the parenthesies riiiiiiiight NOW!) "Passera" is the only song I would pay money for off of Il Divo's self-titled album. I think it's the over-the-topness of it all, I just wish I knew Italian and could tell what the heck they're singing about.

Due to the fact that none of my co-workers know of my blog, I will reveal here who I got for the Secret Santa gift exchange, or whatever it is we call it... Ray. Yup, that makes it two years in a row that I get the only male working in our department. (Last year, Ray didn't work there) I hate buying gifts for guys. *Groan* Actually, the first name I picked out of the hat was my own. That's great! I know exactly what I want! I wish...

Tired now...

New ipod

So, I finally just went for it and got one of those groovy (yes, I just typed out "groovy") new Ipods that can play video. I had been saving all of my money for a car, but when I realised that I will be able to borrow my mother's anytime I want and could never afford a cool car like hers (without a loan that I don't want) I decided to just get a new ipod. I was going to get a nano, but then I realised I could get 26GB more for just another $50 or so. Besides, now, if I choose to do so, I can watch Lost on my breaks at work. Doesn't that make it worth it? (I'm joking, of course. Or am I?)
So, at the moment I'm taking a short break from importing the majority of my CD collection into my itunes. Before, with just the shuffle, I didn't bother putting much music in the computer, since I only had 1 GB anyway. I'm nowhere near filling the 30 GB this one has. And I like it that way.

BTW, I finally finished a knitting project. That scarf I wrote about got quite a few compliments. Especially when I told people I had made it. I've now decided to teach myself (with the aid of a book, actually) how to knit with double pointed needles. It's going well, though I'm not actually making "something" just practicing.

Back to the music!

Till next I write!

Knitting, why and when did it become cool?

It's exactly my bedtime, and I've got work in the morning, but I want to ask, When did knitting become trendy? Was it about the same time I started, or before or after? I've been knitting for about two years now, (and still no finished projects! Working on that, I promise) and just now, looking for a pattern for a knit wristband, I found countless knitting blogs. Didn't read any of them, but I will in the future, when I'm not thinking, "Ok, if I go to bed now, I'll fall asleep in an hour and get about 7 hours of sleep. Dang it, I know I need 8 and prefer 9, why don't I ever go to bed earlier?!?!" (BTW, yes, I think like that)

Anyway, in case you care to know, I'm currently knitting a cool poncho, really warm, and less than half finished, and a colorful scarf. I'm nearly done with the scarf, which is more for looking good than being warm. It's made with Lion Brand's "Incredible" type yarn, which was an impulse buy while my parents were out of town and I was lonely and bored. It's turning out really cool. I should have finished it in two nights, but here we are, a week later and it's still not done. BTW, it's interesting to knit while watching Batman Begins (great movie), I know, I just did so.

Ok, tired, must sleep.

Till next I write!

My sweet cat

Who would believe that this seemingly innocent little cat could go berserk, clawless and nearly toothless as she is, and start attacking a cat 15 years her junior? I certainly would. It would seem little Ivory, my dear, sweet, 17 year old baby, has decided she's had enough. Enough of that little brat of a Zoe sneaking up behind her and jumping over, or worse yet onto, her head. Now, Ivory is the one doing the attacking. I can't say I blame the dear old lady.

Ivory's story is that she was the 2nd cat in our family, after Alley (who sadly is no longer with us). At 17, she's the longest living of our pets, and if you were to listen to my father, the dumbest. She put up for 14 years with being put down by Alley, who was Queen cat of the house. Ivory put up with being second in line for table scraps, comfy laps and window sills. But she put up with it.

Then we got Jake, our white German Shepherd (also gone now). He never messed with Ivory, but he certainly got in her way, being a dog, and therefore not too too bright. In the eyes of a cat, anyway, besides, he was another competitor for the wonderful table scraps. But she put up with it.

When Alley died, Ivory got a little freaked out, and figured that my Dad would take her wherever he'd taken Alley and he wasn't to be trusted. As far as she knew, one day Dad said, "Come on, Alley, you're out of here." and there went that other cat. She didn't trust my father near the door for months. Still, she eventually got used to being the only cat. So, of course, she put up with it.

Then, we got Zoe. My poor dear had to live to see me, her beloved SLS, bring in another cat! Not only a cat, but an energetic kitten. An energetic kitten, who grew to be an annoying attack cat, who blamed any and every problem on her. But, Zoe doesn't eat table scraps, so she put up with it.

However, in the last month, she's decided she's sick of putting up with it. I guess she's decided, she's an old lady, in her restful years and she's going to enjoy it, Darn It! So now, not only does she attack Zoe when the mood hits her (who can easily take care of herself, having both teeth and claws in addition to youthful zest) but she now also jumps up to investigate what sort of table scraps are available to her. While this does pose a problem at meal times for us humans, I can't help but think; It's ok, Ivy girl, you've earned it. Do what you want, and lets aim for that Oldest living Cat record baby!

I love you Ivory, my girl!

Car opinions

Now, as many of my friends (or anyone who's been around while I watch American Idol) can tell you, I hate the Ford Focus. It's a deep hatred, that goes into my very soul. (Ok, so I'm exaggerating) I think they're ugly, weird and advertised far too often and in obnoxious ways.

On Monday, my mom bought a 2005 Ford Focus.













I like it.

Ok, so I changed my mind once I got into it. I was willing to "put up with it" while we were standing on the car lot, and my Mom asked me about them. I started to like it when we test drove it. I loved it once I drove it. See, my Mom's previous vehicle was a Chrysler Town and Country, a minivan. I didn't like driving it because it was so big, and so hard to park. Besides, a woman my age shouldn't be driving a minivan (Haven't saved quite enough to get the kind of car I really want yet), you know. But this little red Focus is so fun, it even started to seem cute the more often I saw it.

And so, I apologize to Ford, for pre-judging their car.

In other news, I finally drove in traffic today. First time since I got my license about 2 years ago. I know I'm weird, but when you have parents who are willing to drive you anywhere and everywhere, you can be a little lazy. Besides, my mom's just a tad over-protective, and she's a bad passenger. She gets nervous, then I get nervous, then the tears start. Ok, so maybe no tears, but it's still not pretty. Today, however, my dad came to get me from work, and was sitting in the passenger seat. I'd known he was going to make me drive, my mom had left a message on the phone to warn me. I was nervous. Not so much about other drivers, more about me, and my relative clumsiness. I kid you not, I can accidentally bump into walls in a straight hallway, I've done it more than once. Ray finds it amusing. (the jerk!) (Ok, Ray's not a jerk, really) So, understandably, I question my steering skills. I did just fine, though. Got home in one piece, and not dents in the car. I should do that more often.

Till next I write!

That Desert Island question

Today, while browsing toonzone.net message boards, I saw this thread that asked what you would insist on having with you on a desert island. Being my weird self, I didn't post a reply to the thread, but instead ran eagerly to my blog to answer the question for myself (and my adoring fans, like I have any).
Anyway, the categories are:

Movie?
Book/comic book?
Album?
Videogame?
Person?
Modern Amenity (toilet, shower, air conditioning, etc.)?*
Beverage?
Personal Memento?

And so, I shall begin at the beginning, such a novel idea!

For movie I choose... I can't choose. If I were to cheat, I'd say my DVD collections of Due South. But that, sadly, isn't a movie, and it's (currently) three seperate things. Even if I were to say my Favorite movie, it would still be cheating, since my favorites are Lord of the Rings (a trilogy) and Star Wars (Six in all, if you don't count the Clone Wars cartoons). To choose one out of those nine movies would be like choosing a favorite strand of hair (or maybe not, but close!) Well, let's just throw out all those choices and go with a childhood favorite: Lady and the Tramp.

I'd pick the Bible as my book. Do I seriously need to explain that? If it counts as a book, I'm sneaking a journal along with me. A big one, that will last until the day I die. What will I write about on a desert island? Other than prayers and thoughts about what I read in my Bible, I don't know, I just know that if I don't write sometimes I feel ready to explode. So I'd take a Bible, and a journal.

Now, it is seriously hard for me to choose an album. I tend to get tired of the same CD over and over in a matter of weeks. This is why I finally got an ipod (just a shuffle, but it works well for me, and it's so cute!). But if you will force me to choose one album, it will be Hymns by Out of Eden. It's got praise, it's got slow and mellow, and uptempo and fun and it's just plain good.

Super Smash Bros. Melee for my videogame. Sometimes I just want to press a bunch of buttons and see cartoon characters (more or less) beat the tar out of each other, bloodlessly. Besides, it's one of the only games that doesn't always drive me crazy with unfair computer advantage (Hello Mario Kart Double Dash!!) Actually, I play an awful lot of Mario Golf, too. But still, I'd have to choose SSBM.

Ooh, here comes the question that I've almost dreaded. Honestly, I can't quite choose between my best friend (a girl) and Ray, a guy friend. Now, don't jump to conclusions about me and Ray, we are just friends..... I get along with both of them. I talk easily with them both, I laugh a lot with both, and am always happy to see each of them. I've confided in both of them, too. I see Ray more often than I see her, but that kind of makes times with her more appreciated. However, Ray can bug the crud out of me sometimes, and I've spent about 4 full days with her, and never once thought of saying "Don't you think it's about time you went home, dear?" so I suppose I choose: My Best Friend. (Who obviously doesn't want me using her name here, if you couldn't guess.)

I choose Toilet for Modern Amenity. I can't think of any other important task that would be rendered more disgusting than having to... well, you know... without a toilet.

I was very tempted to claim Mountain Dew as my beverage, but my sense took over and I decided on Water. I could eventually get tired of the taste of Mountian Dew, but water never goes out of style. It's pure, it's healthy, it's great. Sorry if that's a boring answer.

Choosing a personal memento is hard because the question seems to vague to me. If I were to choose the one frivolous thing that I've been so quickly and unexplainably attached to of late, its my Nerds candy pillow. Ever seen those pillows made by "Sweet Thang" lately? I got the Nerds one and a Reese's one. I like the Nerds pillow better because of the size and cuddliness. (Yes, I just made that word up.) But then I considered my photo album. Pictures of family and friends and pets. I could see all the people I love, yet didn't choose to bring with me.

There you go, my answers to a cheezy question. Still a good question, actually.

Wigs, fake tattoos and colored contacts

I think, somewhere deep inside me, there is a girl who just wants EVERYONE'S attention. Why do I think that? Maybe because I keep changing my personal appearance. I have a wig, haven't worn it in awhile, but I think it's pretty cool. I remember the first day I wore it. Most people thought I'd actually cut my long hair into the short "spiky" style of the wig. I got a few "wow"s and even left one of my poor co-workers speechless until I assured her that it was a wig. I surprised another co-worker so much that he almost ran into someone with the cart he was pushing. I also think it's funny that this one guy jokes that I have a sister, and he's talking about me in the wig. I'm thinking of buying another one, but I haven't had time to head to the wig shop lately.

I also, recently, bought some fake tattoos. Butterfly and heart tattoos. I'm not a tattoo person, I don't want something permanently inked into my flesh. But temporary ones! I'm ready to try that.

And finally, Colored contacts. Since I had an eye exam anyway, I decided to try out some colors. I tried green, which I had every intention of ordering anyway, and Honey, which grew on me each time I looked at it. I ordered both. I know that will freak out the people at work. Frankly, I'm wondering if my only male co-worker will notice right away. The very first time I wore make-up, he had to be told that I was wearing it. He seemed shocked. So, if he doesn't look at my face well enough to see eye shadow, mascara and blush how is he supposed to notice my eyes?

So, yeah, I think I'm just an attention hog.

BTW, I spoke too soon about watching RFR, almost that very night, that channel pulled it from the schedule. I'm very unhappy about that. I shall, however, live.

Till next I write!

It's been too long

I am now full-time at my job. That's caused more stress than it should have, but I won't bore all you people with all the drama. *audience (of one) applauds* Gee, thanks...

Anyway, I love being the person who duplicates CDs, except for the inevitable times when all there is to do is wait. Wait for CDs to print, wait for CDs to burn, wait, wait, wait. And hope that your boss doesn't wander past the door, since just standing around (or sitting as I sometimes do) doesn't make it look like you have much use there. But when you actually do stuff, it's cool to be the "CD duplicator lady" :-)

Oh, this song on my internet radio makes me sad. "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5. I think it only makes me sad because it's the first song I heard after our dog was put down. That memory sucks. I really feel sorry for a co-worker of mine, who lost 2 dogs in as many weeks. After the 1st one died, the other was so depressed that it died too. That so sucks.

I so want to hug whoever came up with TiVo and other such devices, such as our DVR. Why? It makes it possible for me to again watch Radio Free Roscoe. At my own convenience, yet! Everyday, there it is, a new-to-me RFR just waiting to be viewed. And eventually burned to DVD. My infatuation with RFR is pretty deep right now. I don't really know why. I can guess, though, probably the guys. There is just something so entertaining about TV high school guys stumble through their lives. It isn't so funny for TV high school girls, they tend to be too whiny. But Ray/Pronto, Robbie/Question Mark and Travis/Smog are just "cuties". (No, not that way! Ok, maybe Travis... Maybe)

My eyes are drooping and itchy, and it's only 9:30. I thought I would adjust to waking at 6 am by now...

Hey, guess what! They put Faery Tale Theatre on DVD! Anyone else remember that show? Shelley Duvall and various celebrities doing fairy tales! My favorite has to be The Three Little Pigs. Watching it recently explained why I've always liked Billy Crystal, I liked him when I was little and saw him playing a pig in colorful clothes, building his own brick house and playing the oboe. Years and years later, I still like him, though I'd forgotten why. Funny, huh? Jeff Goldblum was hilarious as the Wolf, too. Of course, now that I'm older and watching this series, it's got a lot more adult humor than I ever suspected when I was a kiddie and watching. Weird how stuff goes over children's heads, and they never knew it was there to begin with.

Anyway...
Till next I write

Change, now I need to wake up in the mornings!

Well, starting tomorrow, my hours at work change from afternoons to mornings. Darn, now I have to get out of bed before 10:00! No more watching Street Smarts at 11:30 PM anymore. Oh well, I'll live.

Anyway, I will be trained on how to use our brand new CD duplication equipment. Fun, huh? I get to burn CDs for hours at a time. I am looking forward to this change, but I wonder if I'll be able to still do my two other specific jobs, that I used to do in the afternoon. I hope so, but one of them has always been an afternoon job, and they'd have to hire me full time to let me do it. I hope they've considered hiring me full time, I've wanted to do that since Christmas time. My other gripe about this change is that I won't see my part-time co-workers much (if at all) anymore. Including the "hugger" (which to be honest, I think my mom is happy about, she probably thinks I spent too much time with him, anyway) and the other woman who was hired the same week I was, and I think the other guy who will also be trained on the CDs, too. Weird.

But hey! I'll have my afternoons free, like I did when I was in Bible college. When my best friend is in town again, I'll get to spend afternoons with her sometimes! That rocks!!! Yay! I also plan on taking up cooking, since I'll be home before dinner time. That'll be cool.

In case you wanted to know, my latest song "obsession" is Just the Girl by The Click Five. I don't know why, but I love that song. Also, John Steven's CD Red is pretty good. It's weird to hear This Love, the song that was done by Maroon 5 before as a slow song, but once you get used to it, it's good.

Till next I write!

Summer styles for cats

My cat, shaved! That is Zoe with a haircut, poor thing.

Still not done with those quizzes!

Your Linguistic Profile:

70% General American English

15% Yankee

10% Dixie

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male

Your brain leans female You think with your heart, not your head Sweet and considerate, you are a giver But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Fun personality test

What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

What Famous Leader Are You?
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You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

Lotta writing going on

In the past 24 hours, I have written in my diary, my prayer journal, my dream log and my blog. I wrote about five pages in my diary last night, what I suppose must most likely have been a heck of a lot of nothing. I only wrote about two pages in my prayer journal, and not much more than three pages in my dream log.

A dream log is an interesting thing to keep. It works best when you start writing as soon as you wake up from a dream. It's surprising how much you remember about a dream as soon as you wake up, that you would probably forget in an hour. It's a weird thing to read over later, though. No matter how much detail you provide in the journal, dreams make little to no sense to your "awake mind". This morning, I was able to do something that I've never been able to do, I resumed a dream that I woke up during the middle of. I dreamt that one of my co-workers said something that shocked me awake, I opened my eyes and thought, "What?!?!" then decided I wanted to hear the rest of the conversation, so I went to sleep again. The dream resumed where I'd left off. It was weird. Sure, my waking only lasted a few seconds, but I've never been able to do that before.

Topic change! Boys, just to let you know, it can be really endearing if you notice little things about the girls around you. Ray, a guy I work with, asked what I had done this weekend, and I told him that I went shopping, and bought new shoes, which I was wearing at the time. He looked down at my shoes and said, "Those are Vans! Those aren't Skechers." He remembered that I usually wore Skechers. I found that really nice. However, on the other hand, if you do it too often, you might seem a bit like a stalker. As in most things, there is a fine line between really cute and really creepy. I have no idea what brought that thought on.

I got a book of poetry from the library tonight. First glance through it looked rather promising. It's title suggests that it is for children, but it had some well known poets and a few obscure ones, too. It has "If" by Rudyard Kipling, which I had to memorize for school. I may copy into here, because it's a really good poem.
We'll see.

Till next I write!

Now, updated!

So, my brother e-mailed me and asked why I hadn't updated my blog.

The answer, because nothing is really happening with me! My two best friends are out of town for two weeks, my other best friend hasn't called or e-mailed me since last tuesday and I know that one of my co-workers (a good friend) will be out of town soon, so I'm sitting around feeling lonely and sorry for myself.

That's why I'm not blogging, I'm too busy having a pity-party. I'll try to post a better, cheerier blog tomorrow.

Till next I write!

Even conservative me could get kicked out of college!

So, I came across the online posting of campus rules for this (freaky) college down in Florida. I'll refrain from naming this place, but I was just amazed that even I, the goody-two-shoes girl, have the potential to be expelled from a college. I'll just list the rules that would get me in "trouble"

"Women must wear a skirt or dress at all times. Jean skirts are allowed at dating outings only. Long shorts (i.e., "gauchos" or "culottes") which reach the knee are permitted for athletic activity."

Say wha? I refuse to wear a dress at all times. And then, to tell me that I can't wear my jean skirt (which I happen to have on today) is just sick and wrong! It's my favorite skirt!

"Women must wear nylons ("hose") with skirts, but may wear socks with shorts."

I haven't worn nylons in Months! And I've never worn socks with shorts, always sandals. Would these people be offended by the sight of my toes or what?

"You may not wear pants in your dorm, although sweats ARE permitted after prayer group."

Get real.

"No two-piece swimming suits (although, this is a bit irrelevant since a male should never see you swimming)."

So I guess my "tankini" two-peice is out, even though you can't see any of my midsection and it actually covers more of my body than a normal suit. Also, apparently these people are the kind who think "mixed bathing" will send you straight to hell!!!!!!11 (Oh no, I said hell, that's probably against the rules, too!)

"No backless shoes or dresses."

I have more backless shoes than normal ones, dude. No way I'm giving them up. Especially in Florida.

"It should be noted that at any time, the administration (or students authorized by the administration) may go through your room, unannounced, looking for anything unauthorized. Legally or not, this will include opening drawers and going through paperwork. You may or may not be present, and you may or may not be notified."

Um... not only no...

"If you are still in bed you may receive demerits for not having your bed made (although it is acceptable to make your bed, go back to sleep on top of the made bed while your floorleader is checking room jobs, and then crawl back under the covers after the floorleader exits the room. However, you must wait until the floorleader crosses the threshold before actually beginning to "crawl" back under the covers)."

I haven't made my bed first thing in the morning for weeks. Also, note that you can't swim with the opposite sex, but loopholes are perfectly acceptable! Good old "works" mentality (did someone think about this before writing it?)

"After bed-time ("lights out:" 11:00 every day, including weekends) you may receive demerits for talking, taking your contacts out, having your feet on the floor (or possibly suspended a few inches from the floor), being in the bathroom, or basically doing anything but lying in bed."

Whoa. I haven't been in bed before 11 in a really long time. Let alone having the lights out by 11. (suspended above the floor, that's a hoot)

"You may not have: television, personal stereo (walkman), microwave, fans, skillets, hot plate, coffee pot, electric blanket, extra furniture, or a living pet (also presumably includes a "dead" pet - not clear whether this includes pet rocks or plants) of any kind."

I'm so kicked out of this school. (Like I'd ever want to go there!) But seriously, who is using an electric blanket in Florida?!?!)

"You may not sing "too loud" during prayer group."

This wouldn't get me kicked out, I just can't believe it's really a rule.

"You may not go bare-foot in the halls or lounge."

But, barefoot is the way to be.

"You may not go to Cordova Mall after 5:00 p.m."

I know nothing of Cordova Mall, but this is just insane. So are all the other places that they tell their students are off-limits.

"There are a myriad of restaurants the students are not allowed to go to, although faculty and staff frequent them (more specifics on campus)."

Oh, so they're a "Do as I say, not as I do" sort of place. Hypocrites.

"Freshmen/Sophomore women must leave campus in groups of three or more. Junior/Senior women, in groups of 2."

*Sigh*

"You may not go to a public library"

Again, Not only no... Are they crazy? There is no keeping me from a public library. And just what sort of evil is at a library? And who's going to know I'm there?

"Women are not allowed to hold off campus jobs. (All school jobs during the year pay minimum wage or below)"

Double standard time! Why can't women get a job that pays them more than minimum wage? Because it's off-campus! I cannot believe that anyone would subject themselves to such crap. That's exactly what it is, too, utter crap.

"The BMG or Columbia House music club catalogs are not allowed
Music is limited to classical, hymns, accepted "new age" and instrumental, and that distinctive "PCC sound."
No "paraphenelia" (posters, books, stickers, etc) associated with "non-passing" media is allowed in your dorm, on your person, or in your car.
You may recieve demerits for having your radio tuned to a "non-passing" radio station, even if you have not touched the dial since you were home."

(Oops, I guess I just gave the college away, oh well, now you've been warned) As someone who rarely listens to hymns (I think I have one CD that is specifically hymns, it's by Out of Eden, and really good) and who happens to love certain "secular" music and enjoys Radio Disney (yes, I'm 22 and I listen to Radio Disney) I couldn't stand for any of these restrictions. Ever!

"No student is allowed to talk or otherwise interact with another student of the opposite sex outside of a "chaperoned" area. It does not matter if they are alone or among hundreds of students if it is not an "official" chaperoned area."

I can't talk to the boys? Most of my friends are boys! Boys are (or at least tend to be) more interesting than girls! Don't take my boys from me!!!

"There is to be no physical contact between students of the opposite sex, except perhaps on some "dating outings," where hand-holding games are played.
The official rule on "indirect contact" is unknown. It is much talked about, but unevenly enforced. This includes such things as tugging on a coat, poking with a pencil, etc."

Mean, just mean. (Of course, I don't touch people all that much anyway.)

"Siblings of the opposite sex should not interact in unchaperoned areas to abstain from the "appearance of evil."'

Can't even talk to my own brother. *shakes head*

"There is to be NO. . .
Eating food purchased off-campus in a public area
Borrowing
Playing of instruments (of any kind) in your room, or outside. The only place to play on campus is in the practice rooms.
Possession of an electric guitar or amplifier
Horseplay. This is completely subjective and can be for anything from loudness to throwing a pillow.
"Indirect Horseplay." This appears to be watching "horseplay" from a distance without doing anything to stop it/being entertained by it.
Gambling (or possession of standard playing cards).
Attendance at a movie theater or unapproved concert/event."

Good heavens! If I were forced to go to this school, I would be guilty of all of these! (Ok, so I don't have an electric guitar yet, but I would run out and buy one with these ridiculous rules hanging over my head)

"No Lying or any form of deception (widely interpreted and applicable only to students)."

What? The teachers can lie?

I think that's it. But good golly. It's more than enough.

You are Deb and you could drink whole milk if you
wanted.


Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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A few things

People are quirky. I think that's what makes them interesting. One of my quirks is that when I'm in a movie theatre, I think Cherry Coke and Junior Mints are the two best things that can ever be eaten together, get me out of a theatre, and I think they taste gross together. Another quirk of mine, I will get anything out of a cat's mouth, but I won't go anywhere near a baby's mouth. You can tell me, "Hey, S, there's a string hanging out of your cat's mouth!" and down I go, to pull whatever it is right out, no matter how drooly it is. Yet, tell me, "S, get the baby, he's chewing on something a baby shouldn't chew on!" I'll nearly recoil in horror at the thought of touching what touched that child's mouth. I'll hesitate more about baby drool, than dog drool. Granted, I do dislike dog drool, it's nasty, but not as much as I hate baby drool. I'll be one "icked out" mother one day.

I went to Batman Begins with a few friends this week. One of them, (I'll call him Wayne) didn't want to pay the ridiculous prices that they charge for Theatre snacks, so he sneaked in a little candy. Now, I had idly wondered once or twice how guys did that, since they don't carry purses like girls do, and I hide my snacks in my purse, well he answered my question that night. Wayne had strapped a package of Twizzlers to one leg, and a bag of Skittles to the other with bungee cords. Man, I love him, he's the funniest guy. Even if he doesn't like the Lord of the Rings movies, or the Star Wars prequels. But then, I have a few friends who either haven't seen or dislike those sets of movies (which I love) and still like them.

Took a friend of mine to a Bible Study that I've been going to for about a month now. I don't know why I did, I knew that I would probably end up talking mostly to her. I'm still not quite comfortable around the people at the Bible study, but I'm getting there. I'm so shy that it frankly amazes me that I have any friends. Yet somehow out of nowhere I seem to have a social life. I haven't done anything to try to get this social life, and it almost feels like it's just spilling over from some friends I've had for about 4 years now. They're the ones who are meeting these people, and I'm meeting their friends, and somehow becoming friends with them myself. Which I suppose is what happens normally. Maybe I'm just more open to people now than I was a year ago, when I was so depressed about not having a social life.

Having a BBQ for July 4th. I'm looking forward to it. We had one for Memorial Day, but it was cold and foggy, so we spent most of our time inside. It was fun, but not quite like a BBQ to me. I'm praying for good weather this time around. That and all my guests have a good time. One of my friends that I haven't seen in months should be able to come down for it, and frankly I'm going to have to try not to ignore all my other guests because I'm paying so much attention to her. Maybe not, there will be a few guys there that I like. (Not like-like, but you know) Actually, I'm looking forward to seeing a lot of people at it, especialy the ones I haven't seen in awhile.

Word of advice, if you have company overnight, and you stay up talking for a long time, and you look up and realize that it's 4AM, you may as well stay up the rest of the night. My best friend and I usually only talk until 3AM, but last night, we made it to 4. I tell you, it felt like 4 in the afternoon to me, but I knew she had things to do today, so we decided to get some sleep. We managed about 6 hours sleep, I think. Thank God for not working on Saturdays.

I've written enough for now, I think. All rather random, really.

Till next I write!

Sacrifice sucks

I hate having to give up things that I love. I'm pretty sure that just about everyone could relate to that statement, but I'm especially feeling it right now. I've recently been made aware that my parents don't "allow" me to hug guys. This would have been a fabulous thing to know before I got used to and started enjoying hugging one of my coworkers.

Now, whenever I see him, I have the urge to run up to him, wrap my arms around him and hug with all my might. I'm not sure if this is a contrary streak in me, or the fact that I'm aware that he's a good hugger and I just like hugs in general.

So, since I don't consider the occasional hug worth a "fight", I did as I was told and informed him that he couldn't hug me anymore. It was an embarrassing conversation, but I survived. It was embarrassing enough that I left the explanation of why for another day, and hope that I didn't hurt his feelings. If I did, he hasn't shown it, but do guys really do that ever?

Obviously, the sacrifice that my title refers to is this sacrifice of not hugging guys anymore. I never thought that it would be so difficult to me. I'm a "closet hugger", I guess. Most people who know me would probably guess that I don't care one way or the other about hugs, but I do. If I had my way, I'd hug each and every one of my friends whenever I saw them, regardless of gender. But most people I know don't seem too comfortable with hugging, so I don't bother.

Anyway, I think I know now how it might have been for my mom when she gave up eating sweets. You know it's better for you, and the right thing to do, but you see everyone else getting to do what you can't and you feel a little jealous. She seems used to it now, wonder if I'll ever get used to my sacrifice.

Till next I write

Order 66 is evil

66 is now the most evil number I know of.

That said, I went to a midnight showing of Star Wars Ep3 last night. What a once in your life experience. Between the excitement, the caffeine, the sugar and the atmosphere I felt like I was in a dream. A very surreal dream. I saw Darth Vader dancing with the most dorks I've ever seen assembled in one place, I also saw him hit a beach ball to a crowd of cheering fans in a movie theatre. I watched adorable little children fighting with lightsabres! I listened to a countdown from a very excited friend at the end of the aisle. I even saw a stupid trailer for "The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl". I think that last thing was what made it so very odd, really. *wink*

I think what made it such a memorable night, in addition to the movie, was the conversations that we, as in our group, had. We were hyper, and talked about trivial stuff, but still, it felt like a bonding experience. Maybe I'm crazy, but I feel closer to those friends now.

The movie itself... Oh my gosh. Quite literally, when I got out to the car, that was all I could say. "Oh my gosh." Once the end credits started going, I turned to my friend, to hear her reaction, but I got silence. I managed to say, "I don't know what to think." Because, frankly, when you've waited this long for a movie, and it's after 2 in the morning and you realize it's really over, you really, really don't know what to think.

The lasting impressions, that I remember now: the music was amazing. When the whole "Order 66" thing starts, the music just blows my mind. I've never been so close to crying in a Star Wars film before. Anakin is stupid, Obi-Wan is awesome. I have long been a fan of Obi-Wan. This film just cemented it. General Grievous disappointed me. I got tense during "The Duel", and Obi's words after it, well, they broke my heart.

So, overall, I think I got too wrapped up in this film. I will see it again, sometime soon I hope, and maybe my opinion will change, maybe it won't. I just know that this was an unforgettable night, and I will tell my grandchildren about it. *smile*

Till next I write!

Habits

Bad habits are usually pretty weird. Why would someone want to bite their nails, or pick their nose anyway? Obviously, I don't do either of those. I'm not sure of any "bad" habits that I have. Nervous habits, on the other hand, I've got a couple.

I scratch the back of my neck when I'm nervous. I noticed this back when I started Bible College. Whenever I met someone, my left had would end up at the back of my head, just where my hair starts. At the end of the school day, I felt like I'd scratched it too much. I'd try to stop, but it looks strange to suddenly whip your hand out from behind your head for no reason.

I look away from people when I speak to them. I look right at them when they talk, but the instant I begin to reply, I look away. Usually to the right. I don't know why.

Nervous laugh. I hate when I hear nervous laughter. So, it's really bad that I do it at times.

I say "Uh" and "Um" when I leave messages on answering machines. I don't know if I do it in normal conversation, but I know for a fact that I do it on answering machines.

I don't end sentences. Or I trail off without finishing. I've noticed that I try to use "So" as an end to a sentence. Ex: "I liked that movie, so..." Rather then "I liked that movie."

I only bring this up because this message board I go to had an old discussion of bad habits. It was old enough that I didn't want to resurrect it, but I found it interesting enough to talk about. Besides, all blogs need a series of boring, personal reflections that only the author and a few weirdos would find interesting. Grant me mine, would you?

Bored habits are funnier. I can't think of any of mine (besides guy watching, but all girls do that). A guy I work with has all kinds of bored habits. He plays with his knife, pulls the little plastic ring off of soda bottles, sings randomly. Actually, I'm not sure if that last one is a boredom thing.
One of my friends plays with her food. I've seen some interesting creations from these sessions. It's always entertaining.

I'll end your suffering now.
Till next I write

Yay! I'm nowhere near evil!

How evil are you?

Christian Pick-up Lines

It's a little frightening, but I could imagine a couple of my guy friends saying these.

Christian Pick-up Lines:
1) Nice bible.
2) I would like to pray with you.
3) You know Jesus? Me too.
4) God told me to come talk to you.
5) I know a church where we could go and talk.
6) How about a hug, sister?
7) Do you need help carrying your bible? It looks heavy.
8) Christians don't shake hands, Christians gotta hug.
9) Oh you are cold, Ecclesiastes 4:11
10) Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?
11) What are your plans for tonight? Feel like a bible study?
12) I am here for you.
13) The word says "Give drink to those who are thirsty, and feed the hungry," how about dinner?
14) You don't have an accountability partner? Me neither.
15) Do you want to come over and watch the Ten Commandments tonight?
16) Is it a sin that you stole my heart?
17) Would you happen to know a Christian woman (man) that I could love with all my heart and wait on hand and foot?
18) Nice bracelet. What would Jesus date? I mean "do."
19) Do you believe in Divine appointment?
20) Have you ever tried praying at a drive-in movie before?
21) Excuse me, I believe one of your ribs belongs to me.
22) My friend told me to come and meet you, he said that you are a really nice person. I think you know him. Jesus, yeah, that's his name.
23) You know they say that you have never really dated, until you have dated a Christian.
24) Yeah I predicted David over Goliath.

4) God told me to come talk to you.
Eh, that would possibly freak me out.

10) Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?
Someone said that to my once, but it was a joke.

13) The word says "Give drink to those who are thirsty, and feed the hungry," how about dinner?
That would get creativity points from me.

16) Is it a sin that you stole my heart?
Groan-worthy.

I don't fall for lines, but if they're that popular, someone must. *shrug*

Till next I write!

It's the waiting that will kill ya

For some reason, waiting for a reply to an e-mail has always been one of the hardest things for me to do. I, selfishly enough, want instantaneous answers to any communication done over the internet. Ok, so maybe instant isn't exactly what I want, but I don't like to wait for more than 24 hours. Personally, I usually answer e-mail in more of a 48 hour window, but there are times when I take longer. Such as, it is now Sunday, and there is a poor little e-mail from an out of town friend that has been sitting there since Thursday. How mean of me.
What brings this little rant on, is that I sent 3 e-mails on Wednesday evening. I got one answer. I have checked my e-mail something like 3 times more than average since then. I have seriously considered canceling one group listing that I am subscribed to, simply because of the false hope that seeing "New E-mail" on my home page brings. "New E-mail" can be such a pleasant thing to see, but when you realized that it's just a large note of various people discussing Lord of the Rings, you get a little disappointed. At least, I do.
I keep telling myself in my head, that as soon as I stop anticipating the reply, it will come. (It really works that way with one person that I e-mailed, I don't know how he does it, really, it's always just the day that I give up on him replying that I see a note from him sitting in my inbox) But of course, I can't stop expecting that reply.
You want to know how bad it is? I checked my e-mail at the library! It's not like I don't have internet access at home. But I purposefully walked up to that express e-mail station and checked my mail, in public!
I need a hobby...

Till next I write!

I am Mario. I like to jump around, and would lead a fairly serene and aimless existence if it weren't for my friends always getting into trouble. I love to help out, even when it puts me at risk. I seem to make friends with people who just can't stay out of trouble. What Video Game Character Are You?

been awhile

So, it's been awhile since I last wrote. Not that things haven't happened. I just haven't thought of blogging. Unlike, I suppose, most bloggers, I don't read other blogs, which may account for the lack of readers for my sad, sorry little blog. Since I'm seriously considering a change of format for this little blog, I don't actually know why I'm writing now.

Maybe I'm writing because I want to confess. I don't like church anymore. I don't want to go, I don't enjoy being there, and basically the only "redeeming" quality I find in church is the fact that there's a guy there I want to be friends with, and that's just about the only place I ever see him. Yeah, I'm horrible, I know. Especially since not too long ago I was raving about how much I loved it.

Life sucks.

Random question. How would the average guy react to having some girl he knows walk up to him and say "I have a crush on you.'' ? Truly, how would he take that? I don't even know how I would react to some guy saying that to me, and I'm a girl. I tend to think that men and women think remarkably differently. I'd try it, but the only guy who would know it could possibly be expalined away as an experiment afterwards knows that he's not my type. Any other guy I know might think I was serious. (There's no way I'd try it on a guy that I actually have a crush on, I fear rejection, you see)

Why do I blog?
Till next I write

I'm tired

I don't know how they do it. I don't know how people work full time jobs, and still have a social life. I've been working full days for the last few weeks, and I've only done "fun" thing about 3 times in those weeks, and really I'm exhausted. I'm so thankful that I only have to work the afternoon tomorrow. Of course, that all gets shattered when I realize that I have to work 8 hours on Saturday. That's just wrong! I hate doing work on weekends. I will make the exception for housework, but homework and job work are just not meant for Saturdays or Sunday. But that's just my view of it.

Recently discovered the purpose of the profiles and listing favorites. Found a few people who share my interests, including people who list Jane of Lantern Hill as a favorite book. I'm not alone!!! Yayness!

So glad I invited a friend to the young adults Bible study this week. It was entirely a social situation, and if he hadn't been there, I'd have sat, uncomfortable silent the entire time. As it was, I got to be included some in the conversation. I still need to see Napoleon Dynamite as it seems I'm the only person not to have ever seen it (on earth or in that group, I'm not sure).

Wish I could see that "Chase Me" short somewhere other than the boring Mystery of the Batwoman DVD. That short rocks.

Couple silly tests

Ok, call me a hypocrite

Here I sit, listening to Josh Groban and wearing "Ugg" look a like boots. I intend to at sometime go out and buy bootleg jeans, soon. All things that at least a month ago (in certain cases) I said I wouldn't do. I bought a Josh Groban CD, I bought these boots, and I will be using my own money to buy jeans that are not wide-leg.

I changed my mind.

Which leads me to a question; when is it changing your mind, and when is it being hypocritical? Of course, hypocrisy doesn't mearly apply to little things, like fashion; or does it? If I were to suddenly say that mini-skirts were perfectly modest pecies of clothing, would that be mind-changing, or hypocrisy? I still think mini-skirts are ugly and immodest, though.

I guess the real meaning of hypocrisy is saying one thing and doing another. But still, in a way wearing these boots and getting other jeans seems like I've given up. I've given into what fashion says looks good, instead of going with my own opinion. But my opinion has changed. I like these boots. I still think boot-leg is merely one step away from those frighteningly hideous bellbottoms that plagued fashion for awhile.

Am I over thinking a few articles of clothing? Maybe. Maybe I'm just shrinking down an issue I've been dealing with, concerning myself and others, to a manageable level; one that can be discussed online for any and everyone to stumble across and ponder for themselves.

Who knows.
Till next I write.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year, and I hope everyone had an enjoyable Christmas.
My Holidays were cool and fun, with lots of food. Then Jan 2 came around and right after church, while waiting to go through a drive-thru ATM our van got rear-ended. Crappy way to start a new year, in my opinion, but hey, we all were ok, praise God. They did have to take my Aunt, who was visiting over the holidays, to the ER to do some X-rays, but she was ok. We're all a little sore still.
On to cheerier subjects, I got the coolest Christmas presents. They included a cool limited edition Breyer model, "The Lifeguard of the Queen's Household Cavalry". Collectible, Horse-y, and British! Happy me! :) I also got a CD labeling system thing-a-ma-jig. I can now label all the CDs I make off of I-tunes purchases. Only made two so far, but they're really cool. Also got Avonlea DVD sets, the first three seasons. Yay, two seasons of Gus Pike, no waiting! We walso got a pool/air hockey table. So yeah, my Christmas was fun.
Back to working only half days. Today seemed really short, but I guess 4 hours is short compared to 8 a day. Of course I'll get paid half what I was paid before. 'Sokay, I don't spend all that much.
Still haven't heard Jeremy Camp's new CD. Really, really want to. Also want to hear Relient K's new one, but not with any "really"s.
That's all for now, until something good happens.
Till next I write.