I have just decided that I am going to be the heroin of my own story.
"Aren't you always?" They say.
Nay! Sometimes, people (myself) are silly and allow others to be the heroes/heroins of their stories. So, my life is now going through a major editing session. Basically, I am re-writing everything. The characters are currently under major renovation, and the plot is going to change dramatically. Don't worry, every thing will be essentially the same...well, as far as the word "essentially" can be stretched. Ok, you get the gist.
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Chocolate is probably the best discovery(next to the discovery of milk chocolate). Brownies are probably the noblest use of chocolate is the whole universe. Scratch that, they ARE the noblest.
New recipes rather scare me sometimes. Does it really taste as good as it says it does? Will it affect how people view my cooking if I follow the recipe and it is terrible?
You know, the basic paranoia.
This brownie mix claimed to be "easy." It was right there in the title, "Easy Brownies." I figured, "Well, I want the most chocolaty goodness with the least amount of effort. Let's give it a try."
That may one day win a spot with other famous last words. But I digress.
First I preheated the oven (it takes a while to heat up sometimes). Then, I set to work on the batter (a liquid or semi-liquid mixture, as opposed to dough: a soft, thick mixture). It was relatively easy.
The oven was preheated and the brownies were ready to be baked (to cook with a dry heat, more specific than "cook" which is to prepare by applying heat).
I opened the oven door, put the pan in, and WHAM! My eyes started to burn and my nose was hurting from the smoke.
I hate oven cleaner. It never comes all the way off the first five times wiping it out. It smells awful and is probably poisonous to normal people. Why do we use it? Because we are inherently lazy beings that do not want to do more than we have to, even at the cost of our longevity.
I grabbed the brownies out of the toxic oven when I was finally able to concentrate on something besides my burning eyes. I was very, very upset.
But, to make a long story short...er, I finished baking them at a friends house where they were received with much joy and celebration.
The End.
P.S. The new recipe is decent, not my favorite.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Lesson learned
After a long day at school, I like to go home, relax, and eat food. As I went into my room to drop off the torture devices I have to carry, disguised as books, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
My room faces the backyard, there should not be anything there, except maybe a few rambunctious children. But there was something there, and it was looking me straight in the face.
It was a lion. Honest to goodness, a lion was lounging in the backyard staring into my window. I don't lie...often, and this is not one of those times. I decided to call him Reginald, because he looked so regal...even while lazying about.
Reginald kept his vigil by my window for a day or so, and then he just disappeared. He took my heart with him.
As it turns out, his name is really Leo, and he belongs to another.
The moral of the story: Don't trust lions that are lying around in the backyard looking into your window, they're no good.
My room faces the backyard, there should not be anything there, except maybe a few rambunctious children. But there was something there, and it was looking me straight in the face.
It was a lion. Honest to goodness, a lion was lounging in the backyard staring into my window. I don't lie...often, and this is not one of those times. I decided to call him Reginald, because he looked so regal...even while lazying about.
Reginald kept his vigil by my window for a day or so, and then he just disappeared. He took my heart with him.
As it turns out, his name is really Leo, and he belongs to another.
The moral of the story: Don't trust lions that are lying around in the backyard looking into your window, they're no good.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Tale of the Charger.
Recently, my laptop changer has been finicky. That, and it heats up an awful lot, it almost burnt me a couple of times. I was getting a little frustrated with it, but no big deal.
Well, yesterday, I was charging my laptop while sitting in our kitchen area (if you have seen my apartment, you understand more of what I mean). One of my many roommates, Brownie Queen, was sitting next to me, and we were discussing the universe and how I was ever so essential to it being in existence. She needs to do some homework so she gets up, takes a step, and trips over something. At the same time, my laptop rushes towards the edge of the counter while twirling to complete a 90 degree turn. I look down, and the plug to my computer is bending the wrong way. My first sub-conscience thought is, "Whoa, that is not natural." What came out of my mouth was, "You broke it."
Really, it is no big deal. One of my other roommates, Fiancee, has the same computer as I do so I am using her charger while I invest in a new one...or a new computer. Besides, now I get to tear apart a charger.
I am generally a very safety conscious person, so when I decided to demolish the broken thing, I made sure that it was unplugged.
Then I wanted to see if it worked, so I plugged it back in. Regrettably, it didn't work.
So I decided to strip-down to the wires a little more.
Fiancee saw me doing that. In a slightly worried tone she said, "Dear, is it unplugged?"
"Of course, I'm not that silly."
But, she made me wonder. Ergo, I asked Russian Spy to see if it was unplugged. She checked, looked at me and said, "No, it's not."
"Haha, I guess I might be silly sometimes."
Later that day------------
I went to the store to buy some electrical tape so I could fix my plug. By holding it just right, I could get it to charge...a little.
By this time, there was no rubber, just little wires naked to the whole world.
The anatomy of a plug for a charger- At one end there is a little nub that is almost perfectly smooth and round that picks up the electric current to a wire that is surrounded by white rubber (just so you know) at the other end.
As I put them together, sometimes there would be a blue spark and a sizzling sound. Spark sizzle, spark sizzle. The bright lights entranced me, but that is almost beside the point. I was trying to find the sweet spot so I could tape it to make it stay. I kept getting harder and harder to find the sweet spot. When I took the time to look at the nub and wire, I found that the nub was no longer smooth. It now had either metal acne or cancer. Apparently, I soldered some of the wiring to the nub. That is funny.
My charger doesn't work anymore...and there is now no way to save it. What a great adventure. Besides, now I have electrical tape, woohoo!
Well, yesterday, I was charging my laptop while sitting in our kitchen area (if you have seen my apartment, you understand more of what I mean). One of my many roommates, Brownie Queen, was sitting next to me, and we were discussing the universe and how I was ever so essential to it being in existence. She needs to do some homework so she gets up, takes a step, and trips over something. At the same time, my laptop rushes towards the edge of the counter while twirling to complete a 90 degree turn. I look down, and the plug to my computer is bending the wrong way. My first sub-conscience thought is, "Whoa, that is not natural." What came out of my mouth was, "You broke it."
Really, it is no big deal. One of my other roommates, Fiancee, has the same computer as I do so I am using her charger while I invest in a new one...or a new computer. Besides, now I get to tear apart a charger.
I am generally a very safety conscious person, so when I decided to demolish the broken thing, I made sure that it was unplugged.
Then I wanted to see if it worked, so I plugged it back in. Regrettably, it didn't work.
So I decided to strip-down to the wires a little more.
Fiancee saw me doing that. In a slightly worried tone she said, "Dear, is it unplugged?"
"Of course, I'm not that silly."
But, she made me wonder. Ergo, I asked Russian Spy to see if it was unplugged. She checked, looked at me and said, "No, it's not."
"Haha, I guess I might be silly sometimes."
Later that day------------
I went to the store to buy some electrical tape so I could fix my plug. By holding it just right, I could get it to charge...a little.
By this time, there was no rubber, just little wires naked to the whole world.
The anatomy of a plug for a charger- At one end there is a little nub that is almost perfectly smooth and round that picks up the electric current to a wire that is surrounded by white rubber (just so you know) at the other end.
As I put them together, sometimes there would be a blue spark and a sizzling sound. Spark sizzle, spark sizzle. The bright lights entranced me, but that is almost beside the point. I was trying to find the sweet spot so I could tape it to make it stay. I kept getting harder and harder to find the sweet spot. When I took the time to look at the nub and wire, I found that the nub was no longer smooth. It now had either metal acne or cancer. Apparently, I soldered some of the wiring to the nub. That is funny.
My charger doesn't work anymore...and there is now no way to save it. What a great adventure. Besides, now I have electrical tape, woohoo!
Monday, June 01, 2009
The Wealth of Entertainment has vanished. Entertainment is now below the poverty level.
Personally, blogs are great when the writer has an over-flowing pool of creativity and a lot of free time. Since I have neither...well, we'll just leave that there. Apparently I think that I still have a lot of extra time, and although I realize that I am lacking in creativity right now, I am still writing.
A short story (and because of my attention span, my short stories are truly short). I was late for class again the other day, and was walking through our administrative building (a short-cut) when low-and-behold I see none other than the president of the University. We made eye-contact for about a half a second. The only thing running through my head was, "Oh man, I hope he doesn't remember me later." I felt so ashamed. My classes that day were a little less than fantastic...I was so bummed. Not to mention, I was late because I had to print off a paper that wasn't actually due that day. But, as all of my stories go, there is a happy ending. It was a Friday, and I didn't have to worry about my paper for the whole weekend. Thus, I had the rare chance of having a relatively stress-less weekend. The end.
I'm always right because I told you I was lacking in creativity...hmm, but my story was kinda long...well, we can't win them all.
A short story (and because of my attention span, my short stories are truly short). I was late for class again the other day, and was walking through our administrative building (a short-cut) when low-and-behold I see none other than the president of the University. We made eye-contact for about a half a second. The only thing running through my head was, "Oh man, I hope he doesn't remember me later." I felt so ashamed. My classes that day were a little less than fantastic...I was so bummed. Not to mention, I was late because I had to print off a paper that wasn't actually due that day. But, as all of my stories go, there is a happy ending. It was a Friday, and I didn't have to worry about my paper for the whole weekend. Thus, I had the rare chance of having a relatively stress-less weekend. The end.
I'm always right because I told you I was lacking in creativity...hmm, but my story was kinda long...well, we can't win them all.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
What the world needs
"What the world needs now is love, sweet love. It's the only thing that there's just too little of."
Wrong.
What the world needs more of it back-biting, sharp tongues, and snide little comments... oh yeah, and don't forget mean sarcasm (we always need more of that). How else are people going to vent their feelings in such a way as to appear civil and keep up the appearance of being kind? You can't really be kind unless you hide how you really feel behind cryptic words. It is just cruel to do anything else.
How would I feel if someone told me what they were really thinking? I would be crushed because I would not know what to do. I mean, I know how to handle hidden meanings and subliminal messaging, but a frontal assault? That is just uncalled for. How dare you share your real feelings! How uncivilized you are to not cover what you really mean with layers of sarcasm and wit! That is just cruel and unusual. Feelings should be hidden until the annoyance is out of hearing range, and then everyone should know how you feel except the person who you are talking about. Don't you know anything? The only way that person is supposed to find out how you feel is either through intuition or the grapevine. What kind of a society are you trying to build here? Society can only thrive when it is built upon secrecy and propriety (a fancy word meaning no one is allowed to have emotions and opinions against the norm.)
Wrong.
What the world needs more of it back-biting, sharp tongues, and snide little comments... oh yeah, and don't forget mean sarcasm (we always need more of that). How else are people going to vent their feelings in such a way as to appear civil and keep up the appearance of being kind? You can't really be kind unless you hide how you really feel behind cryptic words. It is just cruel to do anything else.
How would I feel if someone told me what they were really thinking? I would be crushed because I would not know what to do. I mean, I know how to handle hidden meanings and subliminal messaging, but a frontal assault? That is just uncalled for. How dare you share your real feelings! How uncivilized you are to not cover what you really mean with layers of sarcasm and wit! That is just cruel and unusual. Feelings should be hidden until the annoyance is out of hearing range, and then everyone should know how you feel except the person who you are talking about. Don't you know anything? The only way that person is supposed to find out how you feel is either through intuition or the grapevine. What kind of a society are you trying to build here? Society can only thrive when it is built upon secrecy and propriety (a fancy word meaning no one is allowed to have emotions and opinions against the norm.)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Question: How do you tell the difference between Democrats, Republicans and Southern Republicans?
My friend had this on his Facebook, it cracks me up.
Question: How do you tell the difference between Democrats, Republicans
and Southern Republicans?
The answer can be found by posing the following question:
You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small
children.
Suddenly, a man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes
with you, screams obscenities, praising Allah, raises the knife, and charges.
You are carrying a Glock 40, and you are an expert shot. You have mere
seconds before he reaches you and your family.
What do you do?
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Democrat's Answer:
Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!
Does the man look poor or oppressed?
Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?
Could we run away?
What does my wife think?
What about the kids?
Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his
hand?
What does the law say about this situation?
Does the Glock have appropriate safety built into it?
Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does tis
send to society and to my children?
Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?
Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound
me?
If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he
was stabbing me?
Should I call 9-1-1?
Why is this street so deserted?
We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day and make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.
This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for a
few days and try to come to a consensus.
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Republican's Answer:
BANG!
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Southern Republican's Answer:
BANG! BANG! BANG! BA NG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click.....(sounds
of reloading).
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click
Daughter: "Nice group, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver
Tips??"
Question: How do you tell the difference between Democrats, Republicans
and Southern Republicans?
The answer can be found by posing the following question:
You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small
children.
Suddenly, a man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes
with you, screams obscenities, praising Allah, raises the knife, and charges.
You are carrying a Glock 40, and you are an expert shot. You have mere
seconds before he reaches you and your family.
What do you do?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Democrat's Answer:
Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!
Does the man look poor or oppressed?
Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?
Could we run away?
What does my wife think?
What about the kids?
Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his
hand?
What does the law say about this situation?
Does the Glock have appropriate safety built into it?
Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does tis
send to society and to my children?
Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?
Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound
me?
If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he
was stabbing me?
Should I call 9-1-1?
Why is this street so deserted?
We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day and make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.
This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for a
few days and try to come to a consensus.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Republican's Answer:
BANG!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Southern Republican's Answer:
BANG! BANG! BANG! BA NG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click.....(sounds
of reloading).
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click
Daughter: "Nice group, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver
Tips??"
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Spring
I believe Spring is just a rural legend. I believe at one point it was truth, but now it is just a myth, a story told to children so that they are good. "If you are good and do all the chores I tell you to do, the nature fairies will come and make beautiful weather so you can play outside."
Of course, that is an all out lie. Fairies really don't care whether you do your chores or not. But, that is a common misconception, so it is forgivable. The whole premise about "Spring," now that is just uncalled for. Why tease little children with something they will never be able to know and have? Cruel, cruel parents.
We should all be realistic about the situation. Spring is a lie, and Winter is the only truth we shall ever know.
Maybe, if we sacrifice something to some other thing we will be blessed with the mystery that is Spring.
No, I don't think that will work. I have heard tales of Spring, and supposedly it was all about new birth, sacrificing is kinda the anti-thesis of new birth.
I know! We get a phoenix to come down and die in all its flaming glory, and then the phoenix, and the world, will be reborn from the ashes. I like that idea! The only tricky part is finding a phoenix that is nigh unto death. All the really old ones have already been reborn. Maybe I will ask my griffin friend if he knows of any. He has quite the "in" with the phoenixes. I think his cousin is married to one.
Of course, that is an all out lie. Fairies really don't care whether you do your chores or not. But, that is a common misconception, so it is forgivable. The whole premise about "Spring," now that is just uncalled for. Why tease little children with something they will never be able to know and have? Cruel, cruel parents.
We should all be realistic about the situation. Spring is a lie, and Winter is the only truth we shall ever know.
Maybe, if we sacrifice something to some other thing we will be blessed with the mystery that is Spring.
No, I don't think that will work. I have heard tales of Spring, and supposedly it was all about new birth, sacrificing is kinda the anti-thesis of new birth.
I know! We get a phoenix to come down and die in all its flaming glory, and then the phoenix, and the world, will be reborn from the ashes. I like that idea! The only tricky part is finding a phoenix that is nigh unto death. All the really old ones have already been reborn. Maybe I will ask my griffin friend if he knows of any. He has quite the "in" with the phoenixes. I think his cousin is married to one.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Praiseworthy
There is nothing like making a big positive change to boost one's self esteem.
Really, nothing like it.
Everyone is always full of compliments about things that are different.
Ex: If the dishes are never done, when someone does them it is amazing and everyone talks about it. If they are always done, no one says anything about it.
I suppose we should just live our lives so that we always are getting compliments and praise. Ergo, no more cleaning until it is ridiculously disgusting. The world would be a happier place...unless your killed first because you don't really contribute. But, that could also make the world a happier place as well, all depending on your perspective.
Well, I suppose no one really wants to be murdered. I guess we will just have to live in a relatively clean and praise-less world, and all this for the sake of our mortality...erm...health.
Really, nothing like it.
Everyone is always full of compliments about things that are different.
Ex: If the dishes are never done, when someone does them it is amazing and everyone talks about it. If they are always done, no one says anything about it.
I suppose we should just live our lives so that we always are getting compliments and praise. Ergo, no more cleaning until it is ridiculously disgusting. The world would be a happier place...unless your killed first because you don't really contribute. But, that could also make the world a happier place as well, all depending on your perspective.
Well, I suppose no one really wants to be murdered. I guess we will just have to live in a relatively clean and praise-less world, and all this for the sake of our mortality...erm...health.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Chemicals
What drives a woman's brain?
Simple- chemicals.
I am not talking about how everything is just a chemical reaction and everything is made up of chemicals. No, I am talking about excess chemicals, there for no real reason besides looking good...or feeling good.
What do women put on their faces? Chemicals.
In their hair? Chemicals.
Everywhere possible? Chemicals.
How do we function with all of the non-oxygen floating around in our heads?
The better question is: how do we function without it?
And the answer- we don't.
So, now we know: women need extra chemicals.
If you are smart, you will take this into account when dealing with them. Support women in their efforts to attain those extra chemicals. Also, appreciate when they do partake in the chemicals- there is no way of getting away, and life is easier when chemically balanced women are around.
Simple- chemicals.
I am not talking about how everything is just a chemical reaction and everything is made up of chemicals. No, I am talking about excess chemicals, there for no real reason besides looking good...or feeling good.
What do women put on their faces? Chemicals.
In their hair? Chemicals.
Everywhere possible? Chemicals.
How do we function with all of the non-oxygen floating around in our heads?
The better question is: how do we function without it?
And the answer- we don't.
So, now we know: women need extra chemicals.
If you are smart, you will take this into account when dealing with them. Support women in their efforts to attain those extra chemicals. Also, appreciate when they do partake in the chemicals- there is no way of getting away, and life is easier when chemically balanced women are around.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Need and Want
Am I getting what I need?
Although, knowing what I need would help me figure out whether I am getting it or not.
If I am questioning it, then does that mean that I am not getting it? Or is that just a natural human condition-to question everything?
Do humans really ever "need" anything? Or do we just "want" everything.
And if we are really just wanting everything, then is it really only wanting? Constant want comes from a constant lack. And if we are constantly lacking something, then doesn't that mean that we need it?
Although, knowing what I need would help me figure out whether I am getting it or not.
If I am questioning it, then does that mean that I am not getting it? Or is that just a natural human condition-to question everything?
Do humans really ever "need" anything? Or do we just "want" everything.
And if we are really just wanting everything, then is it really only wanting? Constant want comes from a constant lack. And if we are constantly lacking something, then doesn't that mean that we need it?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Really funny guys. You are quite the jokers.
Creativity comes from the soul of a person. Even something that is not considered by some to be very creative is still conceived in the same place. Which is why so many people are slow to show their creative sides and are very sensitive when they do. Even goofing off by using a creative ability is difficult.
I have no idea how long it took me to start singing in front of people. My best friend had a group of other friends and they were all basically music geeks. For example, by the concession stand in a movie theater, there was a spot that had really good acoustics. They all decided that they would harmonize...right there...in front of a hundred people. They all looked at me expectantly. I refused. They all knew what they were doing, and I wasn't qualified. Besides, they would only make fun of me if I did.
Even though I have gotten a little over my fear of making a fool of myself (singing whenever, wherever, and however if feel), when people say negative things, especially by way of a joke, it still hurts. I understand that they are "joking," but every joke has an element of truth. If a person cries out, "OW! My ears are in pain!" I know that they mean it to be funny (harr harr, I am really laughing), but I also know it to mean, "I don't like your voice, it is ugly, so please stop singing because you are embarrassing and awful."
Realizing this, I have made it a point to try not to make any jokingly negative comments about anything that is in any way, shape, or form creative. Be it playing an instrument, singing, drawing, sculpting, writing, or even cooking. If I don't like it, I tell them (in a tactful way, but still straight forward). It is much easier to parry a blow that is coming from the front than one that is coming from a "funny" angle. I prefer others to do that to me as well. Tell me once that you hate it and leave it at that. Chances are, I still like it, and bashing is not going to get your point across any better. If you are constantly making jokes about its awfulness, I don't know how to react, so I shut down. No more creativity, and no more closeness. My trust is broken, and you are no longer worthy of seeing my true self. The same probably goes for countless others.
So, just be careful what you say around and about people. Be courteous, and don't try to be witty because, really, you can't pull it off all that well.
I have no idea how long it took me to start singing in front of people. My best friend had a group of other friends and they were all basically music geeks. For example, by the concession stand in a movie theater, there was a spot that had really good acoustics. They all decided that they would harmonize...right there...in front of a hundred people. They all looked at me expectantly. I refused. They all knew what they were doing, and I wasn't qualified. Besides, they would only make fun of me if I did.
Even though I have gotten a little over my fear of making a fool of myself (singing whenever, wherever, and however if feel), when people say negative things, especially by way of a joke, it still hurts. I understand that they are "joking," but every joke has an element of truth. If a person cries out, "OW! My ears are in pain!" I know that they mean it to be funny (harr harr, I am really laughing), but I also know it to mean, "I don't like your voice, it is ugly, so please stop singing because you are embarrassing and awful."
Realizing this, I have made it a point to try not to make any jokingly negative comments about anything that is in any way, shape, or form creative. Be it playing an instrument, singing, drawing, sculpting, writing, or even cooking. If I don't like it, I tell them (in a tactful way, but still straight forward). It is much easier to parry a blow that is coming from the front than one that is coming from a "funny" angle. I prefer others to do that to me as well. Tell me once that you hate it and leave it at that. Chances are, I still like it, and bashing is not going to get your point across any better. If you are constantly making jokes about its awfulness, I don't know how to react, so I shut down. No more creativity, and no more closeness. My trust is broken, and you are no longer worthy of seeing my true self. The same probably goes for countless others.
So, just be careful what you say around and about people. Be courteous, and don't try to be witty because, really, you can't pull it off all that well.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
It happened...again
Timing is very interesting.
"It doesn't rain, it pours" is probably one of my favorite sayings. There is no such thing as a little sprinkle. But that is probably because it is too small to notice...or I just refuse to.
Maybe, because a single event is isolated, it does not stand out.
Take for instance, falling up stairs. I do it quite frequently (it being easier than falling down stairs), but I only really notice that it happens when it occurs more than once in a short amount of time. There are many times, I am sure, that I have fallen up the stairs going to class, only I don't remember because I did not trip again soon after.
Or, getting bruises. I don't know how many times I have forgotten where a random bruise has come from. But on a clumsy day, I remember each and every incident that resulted in slight internal bleeding.
The isolation theory might explain a lot, but I am not sure what. It might be one of those ideas that needs to fester for a while (that imagery was a little disconcerting...how about, has to be mulled over a little or simmer a bit).
Anyway.
All I know is that the explanations will come to full fruition. As it so happens, that fruition will probably come into being only when the other ideas that have needed to ripen do.
Timing isn't just interesting, it's everything.
"It doesn't rain, it pours" is probably one of my favorite sayings. There is no such thing as a little sprinkle. But that is probably because it is too small to notice...or I just refuse to.
Maybe, because a single event is isolated, it does not stand out.
Take for instance, falling up stairs. I do it quite frequently (it being easier than falling down stairs), but I only really notice that it happens when it occurs more than once in a short amount of time. There are many times, I am sure, that I have fallen up the stairs going to class, only I don't remember because I did not trip again soon after.
Or, getting bruises. I don't know how many times I have forgotten where a random bruise has come from. But on a clumsy day, I remember each and every incident that resulted in slight internal bleeding.
The isolation theory might explain a lot, but I am not sure what. It might be one of those ideas that needs to fester for a while (that imagery was a little disconcerting...how about, has to be mulled over a little or simmer a bit).
Anyway.
All I know is that the explanations will come to full fruition. As it so happens, that fruition will probably come into being only when the other ideas that have needed to ripen do.
Timing isn't just interesting, it's everything.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Hmmmm....
I went to bed at 6:30 AM this morning. Yeah...I know...it's crazy, but I am ok with that. I enjoyed staying up that late because I was watching the best Anime ever "Bubblegum Crisis." The truth is out, Judes loves anime. But guess what, I always have, and probably always will...as long as I can find clean ones.
Then at 8:30 AM I was called in to use my amazing making-cakes-out-of-a-box skill. From then until about 11:30, I was making cakes. (Enrichment is not my friend right now...and hasn't been for a while...and probably won't be any time soon.)
After the cakes were done, I got ready for the day. I called into work because I was not feeling well, but I get to make up my hours tomorrow.
I read my book for a little bit (not so sure if I like this one: Treason by Orson Scott Card. It is really iffy, even for him).
I then get a call asking me if I will make the icing for the a fore stated cakes. I said yes. I was in a much better mood than at 9 AM this morning, so it was pretty fun.
Now I am off to Enrichment, where I have half of the lesson to give.
I am not sure whether or not I am going to stay the whole time. I have something that I do every Wednesday, and it is rather important for my mental health...which Enrichment doesn't help in keeping stable.
Then at 8:30 AM I was called in to use my amazing making-cakes-out-of-a-box skill. From then until about 11:30, I was making cakes. (Enrichment is not my friend right now...and hasn't been for a while...and probably won't be any time soon.)
After the cakes were done, I got ready for the day. I called into work because I was not feeling well, but I get to make up my hours tomorrow.
I read my book for a little bit (not so sure if I like this one: Treason by Orson Scott Card. It is really iffy, even for him).
I then get a call asking me if I will make the icing for the a fore stated cakes. I said yes. I was in a much better mood than at 9 AM this morning, so it was pretty fun.
Now I am off to Enrichment, where I have half of the lesson to give.
I am not sure whether or not I am going to stay the whole time. I have something that I do every Wednesday, and it is rather important for my mental health...which Enrichment doesn't help in keeping stable.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Musings
I need a muse.
How do I go about obtaining one though?
Maybe, if I poured some creative juices on a trap that would then spring when the muse came to cultivate it I would be able to...no, a captive muse would never help me in my endeavors.
I could make a bargain with it: I give it something for its guidance and inspiration. But, what would a muse want that I could offer...I'm NOT gonna sell my SOULl!
First-born children are supposedly a hot commodity. But is it really fair to bargain someone's existence without their previous permission? Besides, what I love my first-born? What?! It could happen!
I suppose I could borrow one (muse, not first-born). Unfortunately, I think muse's are tailor-made for their specific inspiree.
Man, I'm in a pickle. I need a muse, but apparently, I need one to be able to figure out a way to get one. PARADOXES! YOU'RE KILLING ME!
(Stops, eyes widen with a frightening new understanding, and then blinks) Oh goodness...if you're telling me that one of my muses' is Paradox, I'm gonna to go insane...but then again, Insanity is said to be a pretty good muse.
How do I go about obtaining one though?
Maybe, if I poured some creative juices on a trap that would then spring when the muse came to cultivate it I would be able to...no, a captive muse would never help me in my endeavors.
I could make a bargain with it: I give it something for its guidance and inspiration. But, what would a muse want that I could offer...I'm NOT gonna sell my SOULl!
First-born children are supposedly a hot commodity. But is it really fair to bargain someone's existence without their previous permission? Besides, what I love my first-born? What?! It could happen!
I suppose I could borrow one (muse, not first-born). Unfortunately, I think muse's are tailor-made for their specific inspiree.
Man, I'm in a pickle. I need a muse, but apparently, I need one to be able to figure out a way to get one. PARADOXES! YOU'RE KILLING ME!
(Stops, eyes widen with a frightening new understanding, and then blinks) Oh goodness...if you're telling me that one of my muses' is Paradox, I'm gonna to go insane...but then again, Insanity is said to be a pretty good muse.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
9 Things About Me
I always get the last word...it's a pride issue.
No one ever really understands what I am really saying because I don't either.
I would rather take the easy way out because it requires less effort, even though it usually ends up being more difficult. Level of difficulty and level of effort do not always correlate positively.
I love solving mysteries, not having them.
De-tangling necklaces or strings is one of my favorite pass times.
Imaginary friends were too impractical, try as I might to have one.
My best efforts in imaginary friends were always animals because they made a little more sense than imaginary humans.
Pretending to be a super hero did not make it anymore real so I never deluded myself into believing I was one.
Santa and the Tooth Fairy were never able to make me believe in them, try as they might.
No one ever really understands what I am really saying because I don't either.
I would rather take the easy way out because it requires less effort, even though it usually ends up being more difficult. Level of difficulty and level of effort do not always correlate positively.
I love solving mysteries, not having them.
De-tangling necklaces or strings is one of my favorite pass times.
Imaginary friends were too impractical, try as I might to have one.
My best efforts in imaginary friends were always animals because they made a little more sense than imaginary humans.
Pretending to be a super hero did not make it anymore real so I never deluded myself into believing I was one.
Santa and the Tooth Fairy were never able to make me believe in them, try as they might.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Missing Spoon Foundation: Help Us Return Every Missing Spoon
Our apartment started out with a decent amount of spoons. Enough, anyway, so I wouldn't have to wash a spoon every time I wanted one. Recently though, there has been a rise on spoon disappearances.
I have a theory as to why this is happening...and it is a good one.
Our refrigerator is a portal to another dimension. (This explains the weird noises and the random gross looking food in the back) This fridge is new; we just got it because our other one died on us. At about the time of the new fridge, our spoons started becoming scarcer.
Every night, when everyone is gone to bed, the portal opens letting in a host of creatures. These creatures scour the kitchen (I wish they were cleaning, but no, this is the searching version of the word). Nothing catches their fancy...that is, nothing except their reflections in the spoons. Once one catches the view of its hideous face it cannot look away. It is afraid that if it looks away first, the thing looking back at it will attack. The creature is caught in an impossible snare, it lives the rest of its life staring at its reflection.
When it is time for the tenants of the apartment to wake-up, the portal starts to close and all the creatures return to their dimension. Everything is back to the way it was... minus a spoon or two.
This theory is the best I have. Nothing else seems to make sense. Spoons don't just disappear unless some creature from another dimension takes them. What else can explain this phenomenon?
I have a theory as to why this is happening...and it is a good one.
Our refrigerator is a portal to another dimension. (This explains the weird noises and the random gross looking food in the back) This fridge is new; we just got it because our other one died on us. At about the time of the new fridge, our spoons started becoming scarcer.
Every night, when everyone is gone to bed, the portal opens letting in a host of creatures. These creatures scour the kitchen (I wish they were cleaning, but no, this is the searching version of the word). Nothing catches their fancy...that is, nothing except their reflections in the spoons. Once one catches the view of its hideous face it cannot look away. It is afraid that if it looks away first, the thing looking back at it will attack. The creature is caught in an impossible snare, it lives the rest of its life staring at its reflection.
When it is time for the tenants of the apartment to wake-up, the portal starts to close and all the creatures return to their dimension. Everything is back to the way it was... minus a spoon or two.
This theory is the best I have. Nothing else seems to make sense. Spoons don't just disappear unless some creature from another dimension takes them. What else can explain this phenomenon?
The Adventures of Nameless (and her unfortunate apprentice)
The scene: Our heroin, "Nameless" (the Living Paradox; the Queen of the Conundrum; the Enigmatic Evil-bane...for modesty's sake, we will stop it at that, but there are many more) has a secret tool that allows her to hone in her natural ability to control people.
The tool is to be used only by those who understand its purpose and ability. It is very dangerous to the novice and the unwary.
One day, Nameless decided that maybe it was time to train an under-fighter (you never know when crime is going to happen, and what if The Living Paradox is sick or unavailable?). A promising young crime-fighter named Bear appeared to be the best candidate.
Nameless took Bear back to her "Location of Mystery" (no one even knows what it is: a den, a cave, a watch tower, a broom closet?) and began training the Heroin-to-be.
The trainee learned quickly and grew immensely in her skills and abilities.
The Queen of the Conundrum was pleased and thought often of the good fortune bestowed upon her. "Ah! Finally, someone to pass along the perplexing ways of my life. An heiress to my magnificent power has arrived. Bear is my hope and my future."
We are not sure why Nameless thinks this. She is young...younger even than Bear, and that by a few years. But, like her sub-titles state, she is a mystery never to be solved.
One fateful day, The Mysterious Maiden (I told you there was more) decided that her young Padewan was ready to learn the secrets of the secret tool.
The tool was brought forth. The tool was unveiled. The tool made Bear cry.
Nameless never again tried to instruct another in the ways of the tool, and to this day, she is still the only being who understands it.
When ever Bear overheard someone whisper about the secret tool, the one only the Inexplicable Avenger can understand and use, she tells her tale of woe.
Now Nameless and the tool are viewed as evil, and it is all thanks to Bear. Bear: the wannabe heroin who did not know when enough was enough.
The Enigmatic Evil-bane, to this day, cannot solve one mystery- Why would Bear want people to know an embarrassing story like that.
But, Nameless has come to the understanding that life is full of mysteries...herself being a significant one.
The tool is to be used only by those who understand its purpose and ability. It is very dangerous to the novice and the unwary.
One day, Nameless decided that maybe it was time to train an under-fighter (you never know when crime is going to happen, and what if The Living Paradox is sick or unavailable?). A promising young crime-fighter named Bear appeared to be the best candidate.
Nameless took Bear back to her "Location of Mystery" (no one even knows what it is: a den, a cave, a watch tower, a broom closet?) and began training the Heroin-to-be.
The trainee learned quickly and grew immensely in her skills and abilities.
The Queen of the Conundrum was pleased and thought often of the good fortune bestowed upon her. "Ah! Finally, someone to pass along the perplexing ways of my life. An heiress to my magnificent power has arrived. Bear is my hope and my future."
We are not sure why Nameless thinks this. She is young...younger even than Bear, and that by a few years. But, like her sub-titles state, she is a mystery never to be solved.
One fateful day, The Mysterious Maiden (I told you there was more) decided that her young Padewan was ready to learn the secrets of the secret tool.
The tool was brought forth. The tool was unveiled. The tool made Bear cry.
Nameless never again tried to instruct another in the ways of the tool, and to this day, she is still the only being who understands it.
When ever Bear overheard someone whisper about the secret tool, the one only the Inexplicable Avenger can understand and use, she tells her tale of woe.
Now Nameless and the tool are viewed as evil, and it is all thanks to Bear. Bear: the wannabe heroin who did not know when enough was enough.
The Enigmatic Evil-bane, to this day, cannot solve one mystery- Why would Bear want people to know an embarrassing story like that.
But, Nameless has come to the understanding that life is full of mysteries...herself being a significant one.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Good day...bad day
Friday was a good day...even with all of its crap.
I woke up at 8 AM (miraculous, but true nonetheless)
I was able to take as much control as possible of a situation that was bothering me, and now I don't feel helpless (although the outcome does not really make me happy...at all...a little tiffed actually)
I went to the store with my roommate, Playa, because she needed to buy groceries (I love doing that, best thing ever)
Other roommate, Spark, made dinner for everyone from some of the groceries purchased on previously stated trip for that reason (deliciousness, not to mention free)
I got to work for two hours today (pretty much made the whole day...and week. It feels so good to go to work. Ahh! Heehee, I am so happy...still grinning about it)
Watched "7 Pounds" (really good movie, but still not so sure why it is titled as such...some research is in order)
Over all, a very good Friday.
I woke up at 8 AM (miraculous, but true nonetheless)
I was able to take as much control as possible of a situation that was bothering me, and now I don't feel helpless (although the outcome does not really make me happy...at all...a little tiffed actually)
I went to the store with my roommate, Playa, because she needed to buy groceries (I love doing that, best thing ever)
Other roommate, Spark, made dinner for everyone from some of the groceries purchased on previously stated trip for that reason (deliciousness, not to mention free)
I got to work for two hours today (pretty much made the whole day...and week. It feels so good to go to work. Ahh! Heehee, I am so happy...still grinning about it)
Watched "7 Pounds" (really good movie, but still not so sure why it is titled as such...some research is in order)
Over all, a very good Friday.
Friday, February 27, 2009
This is what happens at mid-night
Last night I was thinking (I do this quite often and very effectively, so please keep cheeky comments to yourself) and one thought struck me as particularly interesting.
People synchronize themselves with the other people they come in contact with. The way they talk or move. Phrases they use. Hand gestures, sitting posture. Any number of things.
Have you ever noticed that when two people are in a deep conversation with each other, they start to move the same way at around the same time. One takes a drink of water, and the other one (unknowingly) takes one as well. Legs cross and uncross together. Hands start to do the same actions. Facial expressions become similar. I noticed that I have even started blinking like the other person.
What about Super Heroes and their Arch-nemesi?
People synchronize themselves with the other people they come in contact with. The way they talk or move. Phrases they use. Hand gestures, sitting posture. Any number of things.
Have you ever noticed that when two people are in a deep conversation with each other, they start to move the same way at around the same time. One takes a drink of water, and the other one (unknowingly) takes one as well. Legs cross and uncross together. Hands start to do the same actions. Facial expressions become similar. I noticed that I have even started blinking like the other person.
What about Super Heroes and their Arch-nemesi?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
That's what you think
Sometimes, I think people take what I say too seriously.
Truthfully, half of my conversations are there purely for entertainment purposes. If I am not interested in what is being said, I say something that makes it interesting to me.
Not to mention, most of my ideas are half-baked. I think they are interesting, but further analysis proves them to have a million holes in the logic. It is all a game to see how convincing I can be while making things up off the top of my head.
The key is starting with a real hypothesis. Then I take it as far as possible until it becomes to ludicrous to even debate believing. Of course, I never let it get quite that far. As it turns out, my random trains of thought tend to be taken as what I truly think. It is an exercise for my wit, and I have no idea when I stated doing it.
This entry has been just that. I took an idea that popped into my head, and tried to make it sound convincing. So what can you believe when you read what I write? Basically, only the main idea. All of the supporting ideas and some of the examples are exaggerations. My writing is entertaining, that is all. Well, not all of it. Some of it is true, I can tell which is which, but maybe you can't. That is alright with me though, because truthfully, I write this blog just for me. I try to be entertaining so others have fun reading it, but I really only write it to get some ideas and feelings out.
Hmm, I was just figured it out. I write for one reason: to entertain myself. Not to get ideas and feelings out, I can talk about those. No, I write so I can be entertained by my own writings. Haha, that's funny. I never knew that.
Truthfully, half of my conversations are there purely for entertainment purposes. If I am not interested in what is being said, I say something that makes it interesting to me.
Not to mention, most of my ideas are half-baked. I think they are interesting, but further analysis proves them to have a million holes in the logic. It is all a game to see how convincing I can be while making things up off the top of my head.
The key is starting with a real hypothesis. Then I take it as far as possible until it becomes to ludicrous to even debate believing. Of course, I never let it get quite that far. As it turns out, my random trains of thought tend to be taken as what I truly think. It is an exercise for my wit, and I have no idea when I stated doing it.
This entry has been just that. I took an idea that popped into my head, and tried to make it sound convincing. So what can you believe when you read what I write? Basically, only the main idea. All of the supporting ideas and some of the examples are exaggerations. My writing is entertaining, that is all. Well, not all of it. Some of it is true, I can tell which is which, but maybe you can't. That is alright with me though, because truthfully, I write this blog just for me. I try to be entertaining so others have fun reading it, but I really only write it to get some ideas and feelings out.
Hmm, I was just figured it out. I write for one reason: to entertain myself. Not to get ideas and feelings out, I can talk about those. No, I write so I can be entertained by my own writings. Haha, that's funny. I never knew that.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Trials
It doesn't rain, it pours. But, that is ok, we need the rain...errr, the pouring.
This goes both ways. Blessings pour out on us as well as the trials. Oh wait! They both can be considered blessings. Trials are blessings, but in a horrid, terrible, disgusting Halloween costume. Take off the outer layer and you have growth and strength waiting for you.
My life for the past few weeks has been a lot of trials, one right after the other. Not really though, they tend to just build on each other and not go away. Let me rephrase- my life for the past few weeks has been one huge trial that has been growing exponentially (as in- 2 to the 2nd power is 4, and 4 to the 2nd power is 16, etc.).
The only thing that is getting me through this is the hope for a brighter tomorrow and the love I know my Savior and my Heavenly Father have for me. Sometimes I forget how much I am loved, and then I receive a much needed blessing of comfort from my home teachers, and I remember and feel it again.
The Atonement is amazing. How can I even explain how it has helped in my life? Every time I try to explain it, I become tongue-tied. Uh, it is frustrating not being able to put into words what I feel and know. I just have to rely on the Spirit to get the message of love and understanding across. How pure and true the love of our Savior and our God is. How we are each valued so highly, each so precious in Their eyes. They ache for us more than we can ever ache for anything. It is so infinite. Jesus Christ took our sins upon Himself. He knows perfectly everything that we go through. Feels every pain and every joy we experience. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He is the only way for us to return to our Father. The Father let Him suffer for our sake. He let Christ, His most beloved, come down and die for us.
How can we repay Him? We can't, but we can use the Atonement. By using it and returning to out Heavenly Father, we fulfill our end. Our agency, the only thing we can call our own, is the only thing that we can give back to our Heavenly Father. We make His will ours, and nothing can stop us. Trials become a stepping stone for our eternal progression and we conquer all, but only if we trust in the Lord completely.
This goes both ways. Blessings pour out on us as well as the trials. Oh wait! They both can be considered blessings. Trials are blessings, but in a horrid, terrible, disgusting Halloween costume. Take off the outer layer and you have growth and strength waiting for you.
My life for the past few weeks has been a lot of trials, one right after the other. Not really though, they tend to just build on each other and not go away. Let me rephrase- my life for the past few weeks has been one huge trial that has been growing exponentially (as in- 2 to the 2nd power is 4, and 4 to the 2nd power is 16, etc.).
The only thing that is getting me through this is the hope for a brighter tomorrow and the love I know my Savior and my Heavenly Father have for me. Sometimes I forget how much I am loved, and then I receive a much needed blessing of comfort from my home teachers, and I remember and feel it again.
The Atonement is amazing. How can I even explain how it has helped in my life? Every time I try to explain it, I become tongue-tied. Uh, it is frustrating not being able to put into words what I feel and know. I just have to rely on the Spirit to get the message of love and understanding across. How pure and true the love of our Savior and our God is. How we are each valued so highly, each so precious in Their eyes. They ache for us more than we can ever ache for anything. It is so infinite. Jesus Christ took our sins upon Himself. He knows perfectly everything that we go through. Feels every pain and every joy we experience. He knows us better than we know ourselves. He is the only way for us to return to our Father. The Father let Him suffer for our sake. He let Christ, His most beloved, come down and die for us.
How can we repay Him? We can't, but we can use the Atonement. By using it and returning to out Heavenly Father, we fulfill our end. Our agency, the only thing we can call our own, is the only thing that we can give back to our Heavenly Father. We make His will ours, and nothing can stop us. Trials become a stepping stone for our eternal progression and we conquer all, but only if we trust in the Lord completely.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Logically Emotional
It is rather interesting how I deal with situations. Well, any girl for that matter.
When my feelings get hurt for some really retarded reason, I am all too aware that the reason is retarded. I know logically what is happening and that it is silly, but emotionally, I can't stop being upset.
Have you ever tried being two people at the same time? If so, please seek help. In all seriousness, being a girl with hurt feelings is probably the closest anyone is going to come to that experience.
One me knows that it is silly. The other me screams "SHUT-UP!!!!", hates that first me for pointing it out, and holds on all the stronger to the irrational emotion. Civil war ensues.
Eventually the logic wins, but just like the North against the South, it is a miracle.
A common conversation between two friends: one has hurt feelings, and the other is the lucky duck who gets to listen (you know who you are).
Hurt Girl- "I hate so-and-so! I can't believe she/he did that! Worst thing in the world!"
Lucky Duck- nods head in agreement
HG- "I know it isn't that big a deal."
LD- nods in agreement with that phrase as well
HG- "But, oh how I want to just pound so-and-so into the pavement."
LD- again, nods head
HG- "I know I won't feel this way forever and I am going to be so embarrassed and ashamed with myself when I get over it, and I feel really bad about talking so meanly, but I really hate so-and-so, and she/he is a jerk."
LD- "I know."
Females are torn creatures. I do not know how we deal with it, but we do. I suppose that is why we are so interesting to the male part of the species...or why we are so confusing and frustrating (but I like to look on the positive side).
When my feelings get hurt for some really retarded reason, I am all too aware that the reason is retarded. I know logically what is happening and that it is silly, but emotionally, I can't stop being upset.
Have you ever tried being two people at the same time? If so, please seek help. In all seriousness, being a girl with hurt feelings is probably the closest anyone is going to come to that experience.
One me knows that it is silly. The other me screams "SHUT-UP!!!!", hates that first me for pointing it out, and holds on all the stronger to the irrational emotion. Civil war ensues.
Eventually the logic wins, but just like the North against the South, it is a miracle.
A common conversation between two friends: one has hurt feelings, and the other is the lucky duck who gets to listen (you know who you are).
Hurt Girl- "I hate so-and-so! I can't believe she/he did that! Worst thing in the world!"
Lucky Duck- nods head in agreement
HG- "I know it isn't that big a deal."
LD- nods in agreement with that phrase as well
HG- "But, oh how I want to just pound so-and-so into the pavement."
LD- again, nods head
HG- "I know I won't feel this way forever and I am going to be so embarrassed and ashamed with myself when I get over it, and I feel really bad about talking so meanly, but I really hate so-and-so, and she/he is a jerk."
LD- "I know."
Females are torn creatures. I do not know how we deal with it, but we do. I suppose that is why we are so interesting to the male part of the species...or why we are so confusing and frustrating (but I like to look on the positive side).
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Scientifc Thinking
I have decided to become a scientist. No, not a mad one...just a little in the left field area.
My experiments are going to be performed on humans. Never fear, human rights activists have nothing on me. Do you want to know why?
Since you are still reading, I take that as a "yes." 1) The people that I am experimenting on do not know that it is happening (if all goes well, will never know). That might not actually help my defense, but I think it is valid. 2) I am experimenting on myself as well. Therefore, my experiment is not cruel (it can't be cruel if no one even knows it is happening and doesn't really affect anyone) nor unusual (because it is happening to me as well as the other members of the test group...not to mention, what I am testing happens all the time in real life).
You must be dying to know what I am experimenting on; alas, it is classified. My FHE brother commented on how a lot of things I do are classified. Yes...yes, they are. But it is only for the benefit of others. I really don't want to have to kill any of you, but a secret must be kept secret.
Warning: my science has an emphasis in Sociology- no one is safe from my experiments.
My experiments are going to be performed on humans. Never fear, human rights activists have nothing on me. Do you want to know why?
Since you are still reading, I take that as a "yes." 1) The people that I am experimenting on do not know that it is happening (if all goes well, will never know). That might not actually help my defense, but I think it is valid. 2) I am experimenting on myself as well. Therefore, my experiment is not cruel (it can't be cruel if no one even knows it is happening and doesn't really affect anyone) nor unusual (because it is happening to me as well as the other members of the test group...not to mention, what I am testing happens all the time in real life).
You must be dying to know what I am experimenting on; alas, it is classified. My FHE brother commented on how a lot of things I do are classified. Yes...yes, they are. But it is only for the benefit of others. I really don't want to have to kill any of you, but a secret must be kept secret.
Warning: my science has an emphasis in Sociology- no one is safe from my experiments.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Curfew
I woke up today at 4:14 AM. The real clincher: I went to bed around 1 AM. I tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail. So it is now 6:25 AM, and I am on the internet because there is nothing else to do.
Well, to use my time wisely, I have decided to rant. And it is mostly going to be about one thing in particular (because tired brains do not do well multitasking), and that is curfew.
I am not ranting about curfew and how I hate it, on the contrary, I love it. I think it is the best thing to happen to a college. No, this is all about people (or persons) who do not view it as important.
To even put in an application, a perspective student has to sign a statement saying that they will obey all the rules that the college has, and that they understand consequences will follow if they are broken.
Harsh? No. It is a small private school that has standards. There are hundreds of people that have to be turned down, and all of those rejected people would be willing to follow the rules that this college has laid down.
This rant is brought on by the fact that I have a roommate that no longer thinks the rules apply to her. She used to. She was really good, and that was before she was even accepted. "Is this (university name withheld) approved?" "Should we be watching this?" "I don't think that this is a good thing" and so forth. But now that she is an accepted student, and that has all gone to pot.
One night her friend was having a really tough night, so we let her be late with that excuse. And then there was another generally excused night when she slept over at a friends house. Once or twice breaking curfew, fine, whatever. But no, it has been every night for the past month, and I do not mean just the past 18 days.
It has gotten to the point where I am about to take things to a higher authority. If she does not quit, I am going to have to tell our manager (landlady). It will be out of my hands, and our landlady can handle it however she feels is necessary.
There is no excuse for what my roommate has been doing; she is not sinning in ignorance. I have told her, and I am going to tell her again (this time with the consequences clearly stated).
She is blessed to be able to attend this university, and if she is not willing to keep to the standards that she said she would, she has no right being here, taking the place of someone who would.
Well, to use my time wisely, I have decided to rant. And it is mostly going to be about one thing in particular (because tired brains do not do well multitasking), and that is curfew.
I am not ranting about curfew and how I hate it, on the contrary, I love it. I think it is the best thing to happen to a college. No, this is all about people (or persons) who do not view it as important.
To even put in an application, a perspective student has to sign a statement saying that they will obey all the rules that the college has, and that they understand consequences will follow if they are broken.
Harsh? No. It is a small private school that has standards. There are hundreds of people that have to be turned down, and all of those rejected people would be willing to follow the rules that this college has laid down.
This rant is brought on by the fact that I have a roommate that no longer thinks the rules apply to her. She used to. She was really good, and that was before she was even accepted. "Is this (university name withheld) approved?" "Should we be watching this?" "I don't think that this is a good thing" and so forth. But now that she is an accepted student, and that has all gone to pot.
One night her friend was having a really tough night, so we let her be late with that excuse. And then there was another generally excused night when she slept over at a friends house. Once or twice breaking curfew, fine, whatever. But no, it has been every night for the past month, and I do not mean just the past 18 days.
It has gotten to the point where I am about to take things to a higher authority. If she does not quit, I am going to have to tell our manager (landlady). It will be out of my hands, and our landlady can handle it however she feels is necessary.
There is no excuse for what my roommate has been doing; she is not sinning in ignorance. I have told her, and I am going to tell her again (this time with the consequences clearly stated).
She is blessed to be able to attend this university, and if she is not willing to keep to the standards that she said she would, she has no right being here, taking the place of someone who would.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Touch
Being held by someone who truly loves you is not a bad thing, you can either "cuddle" or "snuggle." Cuddling is what lovers do; snuggling is what children, siblings, and friends do. Snuggling is pure and full of love; it is the physical human connection that fills the soul with the feelings of protection and comfort. Cuddling is not the same, but it is not inherently evil either. It portrays the need that lovers have for each other to be together. It is only evil when one, or both, members of the cuddling just wants to appease physical cravings.
There is a spiritual aspect of touch, and that is what makes it so crucial to human well-being. Babies need to be held and touched in a loving way for them to be healthy, and the same goes for every age. Children need to know that they are loved, protected, and cared for by a loving hug or a loving pat on the back. Adolescents need to feel wanted and appreciated by others, and can find that either in good ways (hugs, touches, kisses from family and friends) or in a bad ways (sex and "affection" from the opposite gender in a very selfish and inappropriate way). Adults need to feel appreciated as well, but in general, it is to let others know that they are there. Adults give love when others need it (babies, children, adolescents), and that is how they feel loved and needed. A true adult gives to those who need, and that is what makes them adults.
Of course, one cannot always give and never receive, but that is why there are other adults around.
There is a spiritual aspect of touch, and that is what makes it so crucial to human well-being. Babies need to be held and touched in a loving way for them to be healthy, and the same goes for every age. Children need to know that they are loved, protected, and cared for by a loving hug or a loving pat on the back. Adolescents need to feel wanted and appreciated by others, and can find that either in good ways (hugs, touches, kisses from family and friends) or in a bad ways (sex and "affection" from the opposite gender in a very selfish and inappropriate way). Adults need to feel appreciated as well, but in general, it is to let others know that they are there. Adults give love when others need it (babies, children, adolescents), and that is how they feel loved and needed. A true adult gives to those who need, and that is what makes them adults.
Of course, one cannot always give and never receive, but that is why there are other adults around.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Scheduling...not really working
Having a job is really nice- it let's me pay for my housing, food, the building of God's kingdom, entertainment, and other nice necessities. The only problem in having a job is making sure that my job has work for me. It is a little ironic having a job but not having any work. I suppose it happens all the time in some areas of employment, but at least that person gets paid to do nothing. Not in my case, when there is no work, I get sent home...or I don't get to go to work at all. But don't fall into the trap of thinking it is just me, no, it is everyone at my employment who has to deal with this same...stuff.
The part of it that really annoys me is that I did not make any plans for socializing because I thought I was going to be at work. Alas, everyone else is at school or work, and so I am left to revel with myself (aka- be on the computer). Do not think of me as lame, I do not usually waste time on my computer if I can help it. As stated, it is a waste of time, but sometimes, I feel like there is nothing else to do. In truth, it is a sad time when Judes has to turn to her computer for entertainment.
The part of it that really annoys me is that I did not make any plans for socializing because I thought I was going to be at work. Alas, everyone else is at school or work, and so I am left to revel with myself (aka- be on the computer). Do not think of me as lame, I do not usually waste time on my computer if I can help it. As stated, it is a waste of time, but sometimes, I feel like there is nothing else to do. In truth, it is a sad time when Judes has to turn to her computer for entertainment.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Sleepy Time
I no longer go to bed at a decent hour. I believe my body is taking full advantage of my not having to wake up at 3:30 AM anymore. I go to bed at a ridiculous hour at night (more correctly, in the morning), and wake up at 11 AM the next day, or rather at 11 AM later that day. Half of my day is wasted in sleep, and the other half is wasted because I cannot do anything or go anywhere because of curfew.
It doesn't help that all of my roommates have a half-sane schedule. They wake up, go to class, do homework, maybe socialize, and go to sleep. I wake up, eat breakfast, take a shower, and wait like a little puppy by the door for some other being to come around and play with me.
Of course, come Monday, I will have a real schedule. I will have officially started work by then. Yay! Now I have something to do from 3-7 PM on weekdays, and 6-10 PM on Fridays.
I rather miss waking up at a decent hour, but what would motivate me to do that? Exercising? Oh yeah, I am really going to roll out of bed just so I can trudge through the cold and be self-conscious in a gym. I did it for a while because my friend needed a buddy. But then she quit calling, so I sleep in.
By the time I eat breakfast, most people have eaten lunch (11 AM is most definitely breakfast, because around 1 PM I have my lunch), and I feel like I haven't done anything. Which I haven't, but knowing that doesn't help alleviate the guilt. I try to be better (wake up at decent hour, do something productive, socialize) but, as Yoda said, "There is no try, only do and do not." Ergo, I do not.
Not being able to fall asleep when I am tired does not help anything either. That problem would be solved by my actually doing something active during the day. Summer is so much easier. I swore to myself that I would never say this, but technically, I am writing, "I hate winter!" OK, I don't hate it, but it is definitely a challenge. I miss the Southeast...mostly the sun.
Ha Ha! I figured out my problem, I do not have a regular sleeping pattern because I have no Sun. Ah, I feel better already. It is nice when you can find something to blame your incompetence on.
It doesn't help that all of my roommates have a half-sane schedule. They wake up, go to class, do homework, maybe socialize, and go to sleep. I wake up, eat breakfast, take a shower, and wait like a little puppy by the door for some other being to come around and play with me.
Of course, come Monday, I will have a real schedule. I will have officially started work by then. Yay! Now I have something to do from 3-7 PM on weekdays, and 6-10 PM on Fridays.
I rather miss waking up at a decent hour, but what would motivate me to do that? Exercising? Oh yeah, I am really going to roll out of bed just so I can trudge through the cold and be self-conscious in a gym. I did it for a while because my friend needed a buddy. But then she quit calling, so I sleep in.
By the time I eat breakfast, most people have eaten lunch (11 AM is most definitely breakfast, because around 1 PM I have my lunch), and I feel like I haven't done anything. Which I haven't, but knowing that doesn't help alleviate the guilt. I try to be better (wake up at decent hour, do something productive, socialize) but, as Yoda said, "There is no try, only do and do not." Ergo, I do not.
Not being able to fall asleep when I am tired does not help anything either. That problem would be solved by my actually doing something active during the day. Summer is so much easier. I swore to myself that I would never say this, but technically, I am writing, "I hate winter!" OK, I don't hate it, but it is definitely a challenge. I miss the Southeast...mostly the sun.
Ha Ha! I figured out my problem, I do not have a regular sleeping pattern because I have no Sun. Ah, I feel better already. It is nice when you can find something to blame your incompetence on.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Time
Time...no one can really explain what it is. Not even the physicists ( believe me I'm an expert, I took a physics class.). That is not to say the physicists are not very smart people, on the contrary. It is to say not even our brightest minds know what the heck "time" is. Oh, we all have an intuitive feel for it, but no real clue as to what that feeling means.
The point I am making: how can we waste something that is not really understood to begin with? Is it really waste, when in fact, we are just trying to figure this thing out?
Is it a waste of time to see how long one is able to watch TV before one becomes antisocial? That is a very good thing to find out. Believe me, if I knew, I would never even get near to the antisocial stage. But sometimes, I just don't know, and it worries me. Tests should be done to find this kind of thing out. If I have to be the one performing this test, so be it. I will take one for the team. The betterment of society is far more important than my personal comfort.
If anything is considered a "time waster," it is most definitely hygiene. What does having "good" hygiene do? Oh, it makes things "seem" a little more pleasant, but in truth it does nothing. It is a wasted cycle.
Every morning, I wake up, brush my teeth, style my hair, and put on make-up. Every evening, I brush my teeth again (useless action because teeth get dirty without me even trying), mess my style by brushing my hair, and then wash my face (removing the makeup that took me 5 min to put on in 1 min).
Don't even start me on showers. Too late! For a girl, 10 min is a really quick shower. Add in the 2 min to towel off (if they are the kind that does not just let it evaporate) and the 10 min to dry the hair (that is with a hair dryer as well, go without it, and it is up to 1 hour), and she is taking 22 min out of her "time" to have "good hygiene." I could have watched a whole TV show in those 22 min (minus commercials). The World could have been 22 min closer to knowing the amount of time it takes watching TV to become antisocial. Wasted. 22 min wasted. For what? Hygiene. Take away the misconception of what "good" hygiene is, and all the Worlds problems would be solved.
Time, not really being wasted because it is not really there, alludes us all. Maybe the time you took reading this blog is exactly the amount of time it would have taken you to save the World. Alas, it is too late to take that "wasted" time back. I guess the World may never know...about time.
The point I am making: how can we waste something that is not really understood to begin with? Is it really waste, when in fact, we are just trying to figure this thing out?
Is it a waste of time to see how long one is able to watch TV before one becomes antisocial? That is a very good thing to find out. Believe me, if I knew, I would never even get near to the antisocial stage. But sometimes, I just don't know, and it worries me. Tests should be done to find this kind of thing out. If I have to be the one performing this test, so be it. I will take one for the team. The betterment of society is far more important than my personal comfort.
If anything is considered a "time waster," it is most definitely hygiene. What does having "good" hygiene do? Oh, it makes things "seem" a little more pleasant, but in truth it does nothing. It is a wasted cycle.
Every morning, I wake up, brush my teeth, style my hair, and put on make-up. Every evening, I brush my teeth again (useless action because teeth get dirty without me even trying), mess my style by brushing my hair, and then wash my face (removing the makeup that took me 5 min to put on in 1 min).
Don't even start me on showers. Too late! For a girl, 10 min is a really quick shower. Add in the 2 min to towel off (if they are the kind that does not just let it evaporate) and the 10 min to dry the hair (that is with a hair dryer as well, go without it, and it is up to 1 hour), and she is taking 22 min out of her "time" to have "good hygiene." I could have watched a whole TV show in those 22 min (minus commercials). The World could have been 22 min closer to knowing the amount of time it takes watching TV to become antisocial. Wasted. 22 min wasted. For what? Hygiene. Take away the misconception of what "good" hygiene is, and all the Worlds problems would be solved.
Time, not really being wasted because it is not really there, alludes us all. Maybe the time you took reading this blog is exactly the amount of time it would have taken you to save the World. Alas, it is too late to take that "wasted" time back. I guess the World may never know...about time.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Work
I am now employed by the happiest place on the planet. No, dear children, not Disney World. No no, it is much better than that. My employment puts that droll establishment to shame. I am now an employee of the wonderful, much acclaimed, call center. Yes. That's right. Western Watts.
Oh, people call it "the devil" or "the most evil place known to man" maybe even "the wasteland." Ok, the last one maybe not. The point is, don't listen to those "Nay-Sayers." DO YOU HEAR ME NEGATIVE NELLY'S AND NELSON'S! I am going to call people and be the best surveyor anyone's ever seen...heard. People will be waiting by their phones in eager anticipation for my paid inquisitiveness. Oh ho, yeah.
Oh, people call it "the devil" or "the most evil place known to man" maybe even "the wasteland." Ok, the last one maybe not. The point is, don't listen to those "Nay-Sayers." DO YOU HEAR ME NEGATIVE NELLY'S AND NELSON'S! I am going to call people and be the best surveyor anyone's ever seen...heard. People will be waiting by their phones in eager anticipation for my paid inquisitiveness. Oh ho, yeah.