Humbug

I am so over Christmas. It just hasn't been very special the last few years. Last year and the year before, I thought it had more to do with working at a Toy Store than anything else, but this year it has been... blah. I mean, it was by no means horrible. My family (what little of it there is) is here and it's nice to see them. And all the food and swag is nice. But it's just not exciting anymore. It's more stressful than anything else. And any spare moment I have has been generally spent being nostalgic for the days when Christmas was (forgive me for being cliché) magic.

And presents really have nothing to do with it. Really, neither does Santa (knowing that the jolley fat man doesn't exist. Or if he does, it's just as "an embodiment of the Chrismas spirit"). I remember years when, several day before Chrismas, I would sleep in the living room just so I could look at the lights until I fell asleep. I remember when I could hardly wait to start playing chrismas music and when it was finally close enough to the holiday, I would sing carols all day. Little things like that have been totally lost.

Maybe it will all come back when I have kids (far, far in the future). Live vicariously through the rugrats?

I've eaten way too much junk in the last few days. Time to hit the gym. Or maybe I'll just resolve to loose weight next year.

Favorite present: Boyfriend gave me Mono. It's the kissing disease, isn't it romantic?

I spent all day today shopping. Looks like I'm doing the same thing tomorrow. Today I got fun stuff that I wanted. Tomorrow I'm returning gifts and getting stuff for New Year's Eve.

Sunday (last day of 2006!) is going to be awesome! And after Sunday, things will be more awesome because I will finally be able to relax. Oh! Wait! No! I have to get Boyfriend a birthday present! Maybe I should get that done this week. Do all STUFF at once so I will have nothing to do but relax starting January 1. That would be smart.

Of course, it's just not going to happen. I can't relax next year. I have to find a full time job. And probably sign up for a class or two. But that's a whole different blog. Now I've just noticed that it's one in the morning. I need to go to bed- I have a lot of schlepping around to do tomorrow.

Silly Kitty

Whatever she may think, Gally is not helping.

Solstices

Hooray for the days getting longer!

I want to go sledding.

Holidaze

I think I may have used that title before. It fits though, every single year. And tis the season for things to fly by so fast that you have to unfocus your eyes and maintain a general state of catatonia in order to survive it.

If only it worked that way! No, quite on the contrary, it's impossible to sit still for more than a minute this time of year. What with shopping, parties, decorating, wrapping, traveling, cookings, cleaning, spreading cheer etc etc etc. I miss the time when Christmas was a nice holiday.

On the upside, there is this fun little animation that I found. I think it's funny. Yes, I'm a bit of a cynic get over it. Besides that little toon, the holiday season has brought about a little bit of everyting for me.

I just finished my Christmas shopping today. I would have done it sometime last week but I spent the last few days in New York (North Tonawanda to be exact) with my ninety-year-old-grandmother. I basically went out to fetch her. She flew back with me. Still coming out to Salt Lake for Christmas... crazy. She didn't want to fly alone so I went out for a few days and flew back with her.

Tonight I went to a dinner party. Tomorrow I'm making a cake for my family's big Christm... oh wait, we're calling it a Solstice Party now... anyway it happens on Friday. Saturday I'm hopefully going to spend some time with my boyfriend and then Sunday is Christmas eve and you know the rest. I'm also throwing together a masquerade party for New Years Eve. This means that things will not slow down for me again until next year.

Woo Fun.

OMG a quiz

curiouser and curiouser

Things this week just keep getting stranger.

Today at work, I swear time stopped for a few seconds while I stared at a pile of menus.

This afternoon, my phone teleported magically across the room. I didn't see it, of course, but somehow, without my knowledge, it moved from where I was sitting to the other side of the room.

Talking to Boyfriend this evening, I had an overwhelming feeling of deja vu that lasted several minutes.

Creepy.

Footz

Today at work I kept forgetting which shoes I was wearing. I kept thinking that I was wearing my shoes with the kitten heel and the buckle but infact I was wearing my pink and black shoes with the 4" heel. You would think that I would notice that I was wearing a heel three times higher than I kept thinking that I was. It was weird.

Turkey

Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm so full I'm not sure I will ever eat again. What a cliche thing to say, but I really am stuffed. Of course I will be eating this weekend. Mmmmm turkey sandwiches.

I'm going camping over the weekend with my dad in Capital Reef. I'm excited. Will report back later.

Tomorrow I feel like I can stop complaining so much about the Christmas music that has been on the radio all month. And the Christmas crap that is pouring out of all the stores. And the Christmas lights/trees/decorations that people already have up. Fighting the super early retail x-mas season is futile. I figure a good compromise is to complain about it until Thanksgiving and then give up and let the holiday spirit take over. The problem with starting Christmas right after halloween is that by the time December 25 rolls around, I'm all holiday-ed out. Oh well.

Midtasticness

I feel like I should post something about the election that happened on Tuesday. Unfortunately, I don't really have much to say. Here in grand old Utah, voting is almost completely pointless. Utah would elect republicans even if they all started shaving their heads, painting themselves red, tatooing pentagrams on their chests and sacraficing virgins. Well, maybe not. But the elephants would have to get pretty damn close to that point for them to lose Utah. So I threw my vote away two days ago by voting straight democrat. I even voted for Matheson who is our mascot "democrat" even though I probably shouldn't have because I don't really agree with most of his schtick. My dad was hoping that Matheson would win by less than he hoped to because his constiuents voted for the green party. Wishful thinking.

The good news is that Rummy is gone. Yay.

All Hallows Eve

Happy Halloween!!!!

Some people have way too much time on their hands

But THIS is pretty freeeking neat.

Time Goes Marching On

It's midterm. My how time flies. It's also almost Halloween. I love Halloween. I'm going as Laura Croft (I Know, not very original but I don't care so much) this year. And I'm cutting my hair off Nov 1. I'm excited.

Oops, Missed.

I just discovered that the last week in September was Vasculitis Awareness Week. This used to be Wegener's Granulomatosis Awareness Week before the Wegener's Granulomatosis Association changed to the Vasculitis Foundation and thereby became slightly less cool as far as I am concerned. This is nothing against Vasculitis, but I liked it better when it was just my little disease instead of something that is just part of it.

The point, though, is that I missed the awareness week once again. Every year since I was diagnosed (4 years ago!... wow I didn't realise it had been that long) I've found out about the week just after it happens. I guess there's nothing to stop me from making people aware now, and that's kinda why I'm blogging about it, but it's not as neat when it's not a mass effort.

Still, letting people know about Wegener's Granulomatosis is important becaues it's been a major thing in my life. I posted about it back in march and things now (concerning my illness anyway) are about the same. My WG is still in remission (YAY! ... knock on wood) and I'm doing great, health wise. I can't believe that I've been living with it for four years.

I was actually really lucky- relatively anyway. I was diagnosed before any permenant organ damage could happen and I had a fairly easy treatment. Granted, the treatment wasn't really all that easy, but I didn't have any horrid side effects from any of the medication. Even the weight I gained from the prednisone was pretty minor compared to what some people go through with that lovely little drug.

Of course, there are always problems. I mean, at 17 it was not an easy thing to deal with. And now that I'm healthy again, it's hard for me to motivate myself to do the things I need to do. For example, I really need to make an appointment with my doctor - just for a check up. The thing is, it's hard to convince myself that I really need to see him. I feel fine. No symptoms. I very much don't want to spend 2 hours in the doctor's office, get poked with a needle, and pee in a cup just to get told that I'm doing fine.

I need to do it anyway.

What is Wrong with People??

Some people can get away with not wearing a bra. It's almost kind of sexy if one has small perky breasts. However, if you, like this lady who came through the aviary today, have breasts that sag BELOW your belly-button FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS MAMMERY wear a feaking bra!!! And I am not exagerating on this. Yes, I am prone to exageration, but I'm just not doing it now. Her boobs were seriously BELOW her waist. Not pretty. Some people should not be allowed out of the house!

Muse and Blackholes

This is my favorite song this week. I also like the creepy 80s-ness of the video. Enjoy.

P.S. it is called Supermassive Black Hole and it is by Muse.

I'm a Star!

So instead of really concentrating on reading this one book, I've been distracted for the last hour by this celebrity face match up thingy. The way it works is you upload a photo and their magic facial recognition whatever matches you up to celebrity faces. They suggest doing it with several photos to see who pops up the most.

I did it five times. The only celebrity I look like twice is

Reese Witherspoon

which isn't too bad. According to this photo I look 80% like her.

Some other interesting results were:
Princess Di
Penelope Cruz
Alicia Silverstone
John Denver
Britney Spears
Katie Holmes
Catherine Zeta Jones


I'm not sure I necessarily agree with any of them. In fact, I'd prefer to associate myself with Britney Spears as little as possible. The good news is that I only look 55% like her. I apparently look more like Jessica Simpson (78% according to one photo). Thank god it wasn't a personality match up.

The Meat Factory

School has started again.

I like my classes.

My French class is in a classroom with no AC. This is bad

My Astrophysics prof never blinks. This is weird

I'm also taking an English class and an anthropology class.

End Report

Vacations in Western New York

Everyone else has gone of really neat vacations this summer. I'm in New York now. Now, calm down, I'm not in New York City. I'm in North Tonawanda, home of the carousel. Here, it's kinda boring. And we're staying at my grandmother's house. She doesn't believe in technology. I've discovered that I have become completely addicted to my online wastes of time. Sad isn't it. Right now I'm sitting in starbucks, sipping an iced chai, and catching up on my online things. I'm such a hipster! Go me!

We're going to a play in Canada this afternoon. It should be fun. And tomorrow we're going down to a cottage on Lake Canandagua (that's so not how you spell that, but I'm never going to actually get it right). So maybe It's really not as boring as I thought. It just takes more of an effort to find things to do here. I imagine western New York is just as exciting as Salt Lake (cuz home is a laugh a minute), I just don't know where to go yet. Hey it only took me 20 years to figure in out in SLC. I'm sure I'll manage to have fun the rest of the week. I'm looking forward to being home though.

(highlight to read)

This is just going to be silly questioning/rantage. Yes, I know most of this blog is nothing more than a bunch of silliness, but I still thought you deserved a warning. And, as you might have noticed, I have written in an impossible to read without highlighting color. You see, not all my threats are empty. Moving on to my useless wondering:

Why is it that we always have to label the relationships we have with people. I really think that it might be a quasi subconcious thing sometimes. Pay attention though. Suppose Person A is talking to Person C about Person B (this only happens if C doesn't know B). Person A will always refer to Person B by their relationship. For example:

Person C: Wow, I really like deep fried pickles!
Person A: That's funny because my friend, Person B, hates cheese.

For another example:

Person C: Gee-Wiz, juggling knives while putting on lipstick and petting a cute, cuddly kitten sure is a hard thing to do.
Person A: It wouldn't be if you had mad skills like Napoleon Dynamite. Person B, my coworker, didn't see that movie.

Why can we not talk about people we know without the little clause indicating their relationship with us? Even if it's just "this guy I know," which doesn't really clarify anything and could be just left as whatever the guy's name is. I think it should be Guy, just for confusions sake.

Those of you who know me probably know exactly why I'm lashing out against labels today. You all know that I don't do well with one in particular. And if you really want to avoid using that one, it gets to be very difficult when you are talking to people about whoever you are kinda-sorta-dating-but-not-seriously-and-certainly-not-seriously-enough-that-you-want-to-call-him-your-boyfriend-but -definately-serious-enough-that-you-can't-really-just-call-him-your-friend. This is all just a hypothetical example, of course. And for those of you who may or may not know better, goody for you.

Girls Rock Your Boys

I've been on a total 80s hair band trip all week. I had "Cum On Feel the Noise" (Quiet Riot, if you don't know) stuck in my head all day. It started to get annoying. Now I'm Listening to Lita Ford. Does that really count as a hair band? It was on a CD called "80s Hair Metal" (or something like that) that I almost bought earlier this week.

My quest this week is to find a kicky hat-box. It may last more than just this week because I'm not sure I have time to really look for one. I'm not so into shopping these days and those are an odd item.

I think next time I post I will do so in a color that you can only read it you highlight it. That would be fun. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I think all this heat is going to my head.

Existential thoughts?

Earlier today I was walking down the street when I happened upon a man. He wanted me to tell anyone who might read this that anything thing I say about him is completely fabricated. Including any information about me meeting him and him wanting me to tell anyone anything. This man was standing under a sad looking tree and wearing a bowler hat. He may or may not have been waiting for Godot.

Summer Daze

It's Fucking HOT!!!

Good News

I just took a nifty test that told me that I probably do not have adult ADD.

Gee that's a relief, cuz I was really worried.

You know, cuz..... Hey look, Shiney.

Click on the link to take it yourself!

It's FUN!!!

The Link

On a Chopstick Wrapper:

Welcome to Chinese Restaurant.
Please try your Nice Chinese Food With Chopsticks
the traditional and typical of Chinese glorious history.
and cultural



I just love bad translations.

I have been slacking.

Yesterday when I got off work, I hung around the bird zoo for a while and fed the Lories. It was the first time I had done so and it was super fun.

My baby brodder is home from college. Already the basement stinks. I don't see much of him, but he makes my life harder because now I have to share my car. The good news is that I also have to share the price of gas. And since he's working way out in Sandy, he's driving a lot more than I am so he's going to be buying a lot more gas than me.

I'm re-reading the Thursday Next series. They're all clever little book-nerd sort of books. Easy reads but not crap literature. I think I shall now get back to it. Thursday's currently struggling to remember her husband, Landon Parke-Lain, who has recently been killed at the age of two. It's important for Thursday to remember him because she's carrying his child. Besides this, she has to rescue the unpublished book that she's living in from being recycled and teach two generic characters how to have personality.

Birfday

they say it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
it's my birthday too ya
na-na-na-na-na-na-na
they say it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na
we're gonna have a good time
na-na-na-na-na-na-na
i'm glad it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na
happy birthday to you

yes we're going to a party party
yes we're going to a party party
yes we're going to a party party

i would like you to dance
birthday
take a cha-cha-cha-chance
birthday
i would like you to dance
birthday
DDDAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!



i would like you to dance
birthday
take a cha-cha-cha-chance
birthday
i would like you to dance
birthday
woooo dance



na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
they say it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
it's my birthday too ya
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
they say it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
we're gonna have a good time
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
i'm glad it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
happy birthday to you



That's right kids! I was born 22 years ago TODAY

Efil

I'm not sure where this came from, but it's got a very good point:

The unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time and what do you get at the end of it? a death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all baskwards. You should die first, you know, start out dead - get it out of the way.
You wake up in an old age home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect you pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, you're generally promiscuous (hey, you've only got a few years left, what's the big deal?) and you get ready for high school.
You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, then you spend your last nine months floating peacefully with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, larger quaters every day, and then you finish off as an orgasm.

I've seen so freakin many movies this week! Well, I guess it was in the last two weeks. I saw:

Thank you For Smoking
Slither
Lucky Number Sleven
The Notorious Bettie Page
Kinky Boots

They are all really quite good. Well, Lucky Number Sleven is maybe not so good, but Josh Hartnett is very pretty and I was more than happy to stare at him for a couple hours. The rest of them are awesome and I recommend everyone sees them.

Rice and Beans and Cheese

Camping was fun.

AFI's new song (Miss Murder) is really cool.

Have I mentioned that I'm working now at the Tracy Aviary (Bird Zoo)?

I turn 22 in less than a month. I'm thinking a 40's or Rockabilly themed party. Should be a bitchin' good time.

Todd (my cynical ex-boyfriend) is getting married this month. I'm going to be bitter until it's over, then I'm over it. He's so changed that he's not worth the energy it takes to think of him. I'm allowed to be bitter for a little while. After all, he was my first love (or whatever).

Spring is here, spring is here, life is skittles and life is beer.

That's all.

Cheese Fries

You know what the best part of school is? When it's over! Yesterday was the last day of classes for me (yay) and all I have for finals is a paper that's not due until Wednesday. YAY.

I got a new mp3 player. It's pretty. I decided to be a "non-conformist" and not get another i-pod. So I am now the owner of a Toshiba 40G gigabeat. The player itself if nice. The software sucks. I've spent way too much time on the computer getting my music synched. I gave up on what I have on the computer already and am now ripping my CDs. That part's easy, but time consuming. I have a lot of CDs.

Tomorrow, I'm going camping*. I'm excited, I could definately use a few days away from people and buildings. The plan is to go to Grand Staircase. I love southern Utah, it's pretty, and this weekend the weather is supposed to be more or less perfect.

*the camping has been cancelled earlier this week and then given the green flag agian because my dad hurt his back. he's doing much better today and yesterday so, as long as he doesn't kill it again, we're going.

Childhood lost

The Fandago Puppets are really very clever. They take paper bag puppetry to a whole new level. If only they were not so annoying. I can't help but think that the joy of making puppets is never going to be untainted by thoughts of crappy pre-movie advertisement. I made paper bag puppets when I was little. It was fun, they were cute and creative. The whole concept now makes me a little nauseous.

Rave Review

I'm in the middle of a really neat book:


The author and her husband, Paul, go for a year without buying anything that's not necissary. This means no going out to eat, no movies, no new clothes, no kleenex (they just use toilet paper), no processed foods (except for bread). All that kind of stuff. It's fascinating. I don't think I could do it, it's hard enough for Judith and Paul - and they started out living fairly simply. Anyway, I completely recomond this book to anyone who feels like reading something. It's funny, smart and unusual.

Raindrops Keep Fallin' on my Head

Holly Freaking Crap what a yucky day it is!!! In the time it took me to get from my class to the bus stop I become completely soaked to the bone. I had an umbrella but it was REALLY windy so it was raining sideways and blowing said umbrella inside out. Of course I had to wait 15 min for the bus (not a bad wait when it's not POURING FREEZING COLD RAIN sideways). I swear when I got home there was not one inch of me that was not soaking wet. And I couldn't feel any extremities. Thank God for long, hot showers.

DietPepsiCoke

BabyRuth candy bars are yummy. And notoriously very turd like. Consider the movie Caddy Shack. Now you are almost certainly thinking to yourself "man that was so funny when the baby ruth bar was in the pool and everybody thought it was doodie and they ran around screaming and then they had to clean the whole pool and then bill murray finds the candy bar and he eats it and that's totally gross because everyone thought it doodie and because it was in a pool for a long time and that's bound to make a candy bar less delicious than in it's natural state." (eveyone thinks in run-on sentences, you just don't notice it)
I'm here to assure you that stuff like that only happens in movies. If you actually look at a baby ruth, you'll notice that it really doesn't look much like poo at all. And, if you're still not convinced that throwing a baby ruth into the pool will NOT cause uber chaos, consider this: Poo does gross things in water, like break apart, chocolate doesn't. That is all.
















BANANAS!!!!!!!

Inspirationed

I was inspired by this website and my new camera phone to take the following pictures. I'm amazed that Leo sat there and let me pile stuff on him. He doesn't seem concerned at all.

Literary Leo

Leo checkin' out some killa tunes yo

Gnirps

Spring is here! Spring is here! Life is skittles and Life is beer!

Today is the vernal equinox. That means, astrologically anyway, that today spring starts. Someday I think the weather and the the sun/earth tiltage should get together and coordinate their watches. Salt lake is covered with a nice white blanket of snow. It's very lovey and very WINTER! I simply long for some green and some flowers. I love flowers, don't you? Course you do.

Bad News

Yesterday the guy who was the anethesiologist for my back surgery died. It's quite tragic. He was nice, I liked him.

The Story

Truly Random

Despite the title of this little blog thingy, most of what I put here is not really very random. The center of the Universe is, of course, true. Now though I'm desperately putting off studying for a French test (un examen de Francais) I have tomorrow. The internet has failed to produce anything fantastically interesting to help me in my procrastination. I'm not feeling creative enough to Google random words and see what I find. So I've turned to this blog, which I have somewhat neglected lately. Yes, I know I've posted some things, but not nearly as often as when I started. To all my devoted fans (are there 3 of you now?), you'll get over it. Tying back to the begining of this paragraph, I'm just typing whatever pops into my head. Truly random thoughts from me, the center of the universe.

Remember Mrs Lake? Only if you know who she is... East High, English teacher. One day she told my class that we should try to find one paradox every day. I think it was her (or is 'she' the proper pronoun here?) who mentioned that. I could have made it up. Anyway, I haven't. But I did stumble on quite a few today. Well, not so much stumbled; they were thrown at my head in the form of a lecture on Taoism (a philosophy that does not make any sense to me so far). The easiest is the simple form of "the liar's paradox" (or something like that):

This sentence is false

Try to wrap your mind around that one. If you Dare (insert evil laughter here). My favorite paradox that was not mentioned in relation to Taoism is probably "The Barber of Seville." I'm sure there are several versions but this is how I remember it:

The Barber of Seville shaves everyone who doesn't shave himself.

So, when he shaves himself he doesn't. But if he doesn't shave himself, he does. Very tricky that barber guy. I bet he was named Mick. Why Mick? Why not?

The Doc is In

I've decided that I like the TV show House. I started watching it when USA started showing it on Friday nights. I don't watch it religiously because, like most people my age, I usually go out on Fridays. I rather like the series though - it entertains me. Did you know that Dr House is played by the guy who was Percy in the Black Adder series. I think that's funny, but it's a total side note. I watched House tonight and was kinda excited when one of the requisite (at least) 3 diagnoses was Wegener's Granulomatosis (AKA WG).

I was diagnosed with WG (as most anyone reading this already knows, maybe) my Sr year of high school. Wegener's is one of those auto-imune gems that no one has ever heard of. For a super cool text book explaination of what it's all about This site or This one are pretty decent.

As of right now, my Wegener's has been in full remission (read: I've been completely off medication) for around two years. Go me! Yes that is something major to celebrate! I'm very freakin' proud of myself there, and from this distance I can look back and see the whole thing a little more calmly than ever before.

It took a long-ass time to get over this thing. I gave up a lot, but I honestly gained a lot too. It's amazing how much you can learn when you face your own mortality at 17. I had to postpone college to finish treatment. That was probably one of the most traumatic things for me, and I fought my doctor on the issue for a long time. But it was pretty apparent that I wasn't well enough to go and it's hard to switch hospitals/states in the middle of chemo-therapy. That's right, I went through chemo. And I was on Prednisone- the worst drug EVER!! It made me gain 50 lbs in 2 months. I hated that. I hated running my hand through my hair and coming away with a handful of it. I hated being stuck at home. I hated not having the energy to do everything I was used to doing. I hated the whole two years I was undergoing treatment. Two years is a LONG time to be sick.

About a year and a half ago I had a little bit of a breakdown. I left Fort Lewis College about a month into the semester and came home because I thought I might, maybe be having a relapse and it freaked me out. Turns out it was just a cold. I went to a shrink when I came back (this was a really serious breakdown) and worked though a lot of mental issues I had involving WG. There was a lot of anxiety about a relapse and also a little Post Traumatic Stress. The chances of a relapse are pretty high. Especiall since I was diagnosed so young, I have a lot of life during which it could happen. Hopefully I've worked through my issues enough that I can deal with it if/when it happens. Hopefully I'll never have to. That's a pretty big hope.

Communicative

I got a new phone today of the cellular variety. I'm quite excited about it. It's a Samsung SCH a950, cuz I'm sure that means a lot to everyone who might read this. It's red and it has a camera thingy and a video thingy and all sorts of other fun crap. I didn't get a Razr (everyone has a razr these days, don't they?) because those are much too trendy for my taste. And they seem like they would break if I had it in my back pocket and then sat down. And it's slightly less free than the one I got. Yes, I didn't pay for my phone. And it's not a cheap little phone either. I've been playing with it all day, it's fantastic!

Toooooozday

Yesterday kinda sucked, and it didn't even have anything to do with it being Valentines day. I had a French test first thing- never fun, ever, not even once. Whenever we have a test in that class, we have to turn in our homework for the two chapters the test is on. I ran out the door yesterday morning and left said homework on my desk. So after the test I had to take the bus home, grab my homework and then take the bus right back to school just barely in time to drop the homework in my prof's box and book it to my next class. What a waste of time! Time that I was planning on using to write a paper that was due today. The rest of my classes weren't bad, although writing was boring. Last night then I went to see a French movie avec ma mere, and that was pretty fun. I was up until one am writing that paper though. Yes, I could have skipped the movie, but I really didn't want to.

Concerning Valentines day, I kinda ignored it this year. It's a stupid holiday anyway, and (for once) I'm not just saying that because I'm single. Last year, I was a little bitter. You can go read my rant if you like, everything I posted pretty much stands. I would just like to reiterate that there is NOTHING romantic about a day set aside for romance. Romance (which is overrated in itself, but that's a whole other blog) should be spontaneous, not forced. I'm really glad I didn't have to do anything cute and sappy for anyone this year. What a pain in the ass the whole thing is!

Passing as Thought

I'm considering becoming vegitarian. Not really because I think it's the moral thing to do.... I suppose it is, but if I take that stance I'd really have to go all the way and become Vegan. I'm just not willing to give up dairy products, I'm sorry. But the stuff that goes into meat these days is kinda gross and scary. I wouldn't mind if I could afford to get organic meat all the time, but that stuff is expensive and sometimes hard to find. So vegitarian seems to be the way to go. That way I avoid the yucky meat. If cheese weren't my favorite food, I'd probably go for Vegan and avoid all the yuckiness that some say is in milk too.

Pain in the....

throat. I have strep. I don't like it. It hurts to swallow, speak, open my mouth. And the medicine I have to take is yucky. Why do they give gigantic horse pills to me when my throat is swollen and red and unhappy. Of course, in theory, said pills should make the pain go away. In the mean time, I'm bored and can't talk.

In Protest

There is something about text messaging that is starting to bother me. That's not true, it's been bothering me for a while. It's the total lack of human to human interaction. Yes, I know, there is obviously someone on the other end of the phone reading/sending the message, but it's so bloody impersonal.

A lot of people like that. "Texting" (p.s. that's an icky word which adds to the tally in the negative collumn) allows a person to delay their response a bit, make sure what they reply is well phrased, witty and not something that will leave them with a foot sort of taste in their mouth. In other words, it makes it really easy to cheat.

Of course, in today's world of technology, there's not much opportunity to practice actually having a conversation. Perhaps text messaging is just our way of compensating for our lack of ability to express ourselves in real time.

In any case, there's something to be said about actually talking to people. Granted, I'd much rather talk to someone in person than on the phone, but I'd rather hear a voice than see an abreviated, impersonal message. That being said, I'm protesting the texted world! I'm just not going to do it. Perhaps I'll have a message to reply with when I get a message, but there will be no more conversations! I refuse to turn in to one of those people who only communicate via text, and hopefully some of those people will learn how to speak again.... They will have to if they want to talk to me. So, if you want to contact me, call. If I don't answer, leave a message and I'll call you back. We must fight the universal isolation we all seem to be drifting toward.

Huzzah for Learnin'

School has started again. Right now, I'm trying my best to be enthused. So far it's working, but who knows for how long. I have an interesting class load though. This is it (because I know you're all just DYING to know what I'm taking):

World Religion In this class we're going to look at the 5 "most important" religions of the world. Hinuism, Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity and Islam. The focus is going to be on what the believers of these beliefs actually believe. Not on what they do.

Writing 2010 This is a basic "writing in college" class that I swear I took at Fort Lewis but the writing department doesn't believe me. Oh well, the teacher seems neat and it will be a good review (cuz I totally completely forgot how to write).

Begining French Part Deux I think this is pretty self-explanatory

Ballroom Dance Slacker class #1

Swing Dance Slacker class #2



It's great, isn't it. I have no classes on Friday, but on Thursdays I go from 9:40 to 3:20 straight through with no breaks whatsoever. I haven't quite figured out how I will eat lunch tomorrow, but I suppose I'll manage. I have a feeling that food is overrated anyway.

Adventures in Kamas

Yesterday I went adventuring. It wasn't meant to be adventurous so much as just snow-shoeing up in the Uinta Mts, but it didn't work out that way.

Snow-shoeing, some might say, is an adventure in and of itself. This may be true, especially when you're going with Jacob and he tries to knock snow on your head every time you pass under a tree. Really though, it's just snow-shoeing. It was a lot of fun. Not the best conditions - a little cloudy and a bit windy and the snow was deep fresh powder. Would have been perfect for skiing.

When we got back to the car the adventure really began. Someone (me) accidentally left the lights on so the car wouldn't start. Of course we were up in the mountains so there was no cell phone reception. So we had to depend on the kindness of strangers. We flagged down the next truck that went by. The guy didn't have cables (to jump the car) but he offered to give us a ride into town where we could call someone at least. So we rode back to Kamas with this really nice family that just moved to Francis from CA to get away from everything, well, Californian.

The Cali family dropped us off at a gas station and I called Dad. He said that we should ask at the gas station if they had a truck or something they could send up to jump the car. If they didn't have something, he (Dad) would come up but in that case we would be stranded in Kamas for about 2 hrs.

As a side note, those who don't know, Kamas is more or less a three block town. This is actually a recent development, I can remember when it was a one block town. It now has two stop lights. When I was little, it only had one stop sign. Anyway, despite it's tripling in size in the last 13 yrs or so, it's not a very entertaining town. They have an antique store and two restaraunts.... maybe a cafe somewhere. Not a lot to do if you're stranded there.

Because the gas station clerk didn't look very nice and the station itself didn't look like it would have anything to do with tow trucks, Jacob and I decided we might to better to ask at the Auto-parts store accross the street. They didn't have anything but a random guy standing in line offered to go get his truck and take us up if we would just wait 10 minutes. So we rode back up to the car with this guy who drives a logging truck (or something) and has lived in Kamas his entire life. The car started no problem with help from his truck's battery.

So that was my adventure. The people up in Kamas sure are nice.

Happy 2006

It is officially next year! Yay! Last night I went to a couple of parties, got a little drunk and had a general good time. Today I've done more or less nothing. I feel I have gotten the year off to a good start.