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[10 Jan 2006|08:56am] |
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as stressed out at the beginning of a semester as I've been this time.
But, the stress is dissipating and I am now relieved.
Every semester, I've always taken 16 credit hours, and it's always been rather easy to get through the classes. But now that I'm focusing on my major, there's so much more work to do and taking that 4th class that has nothing to do with my major just to get those 16 credit hours in makes absolutely no sense. Especially when monetary funds are at a minimum... it's just wasting money.
I just dropped my Tuesday/Thursday Anthropology class, which would have consisted of a lot of reading, researching, and a few writing assignments. Not to say the class wouldn't have been interesting, I'm sure it would have been. But I've never taken an Anthropology class before, and I really need to focus on all the classes I need for Journalism.
So now I'm down to three. Feature Writing, which shouldn't be too bad now that I have more time to actually write. Advertising, which actually seems like it'll be a rather interesting, if not fun, class. The instructor's been in advertising his whole career, and the class that is scheduled from 6:30-9:50 will never last that long. And last but not least, the hardest class of the semester, Law of Press will probably be the one I'll have to devote most of my time to if I want to get a decent grade. The two teachers are teaching the class that is required for Journalism the way that a law class would be taught. So, readings will be no less than 100 pages per week, and there'll be an average of 10 briefs on cases per week. I'll also have to put in a request for a FOIA, and attend a three-hour trial circuit court thing (like the terminology?) in Detroit. Luckily, there are a few people in my Law of Press class who are also in my Feature Writing class that I can car pool with to go to the trial court. That makes it a tad bit better.
Oh well. Perhaps I just need to get in the swing of things... usually I assume the worst at first, then a few weeks into the semester, things are better by far.
Now I get to return the books for the Anthropology class and get $100 back! Yay!
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Although I may believe in Jesus and God and all that jazz that a good Catholic is supposed to believe in, when people try to preach to me (usually it’s the ‘born agains’), my immediate reaction is to go against everything they say.
I don’t care much for religion, I favor spirituality. I don’t see a problem in studying various religions and their theories. And I don’t believe in judging people based on what they practice either.
This woman was with her son at Borders a few days ago, looking at the Wicca books. She asked my mom about Wicca, and my mom found me and brought me over to speak to her about it. Considering Wicca was in the religious section, it happened to be very close to the Christian books, and a woman happened to listen to our conversation and butted in with a, “I’ll tell you who to believe in. Jesus. He’s the only one.” Then she proceeded to ask each of us if we believed in Jesus.
My mom was just nodding her head and trying to ignore her. Me, on the other hand, I had to say something. Normally I would have gritted my teeth and just bared it, or ignored her, but there were other people in my life who’ve tried the whole preaching thing, and it was as if I was finally speaking up to all of them instead of just this one woman.
My response to this woman’s scrutinizing way of asking if I believed in Jesus was “I believe in myself”. I knew I was setting myself up for condemnation at that point, and her response, as expected, was “That’s not going to get you...” yes she paused, trying to think of a way to put it nicely, then ended with “very far”.
I love it when people tell me I’m going to hell for not believing, or not preaching my beliefs like an over-zealous, closed-minded imbecile. I just said, “If I go to hell, at least I’ll know I lived my life. I may believe in Jesus, but I don’t like when people preach to me about it.”
The woman suggested I buy a huge “Prayer” book because she ‘cared’ about me, and I said, “No thanks, I have the Bible at home.” She continued to press it, suggesting that praying was a whole lot better than reading the Bible myself. I mean, after all, reading the Bible actually makes you more aware of things than the blind faith of praying excessively for every little thing in life. Mind you, there’s nothing wrong with praying, or traditional prayers. I was under the assumption that prayers were for important things, like praying for the sick, the hungry, humanity, loved-ones, etc. But this woman was the kind who would pray for superficial things. Why do you need a ‘prayer’ book to pray anyway? I don’t think God would like it if we’re constantly asking him for ‘favors’ in our lives. And I certainly don’t think anyone aside from God himself has the right to judge others for what they do with their lives.
The poor woman who was confused and curious about Wicca was telling us how she considered herself spiritual too, and how she’d tried praying and felt like it wasn’t doing anything for she and her son. She was hoping to find a job and she wanted her son to do better in school. The woman who butted into our conversation asked her, “And who do you pray to?”
The other woman said, “Why Jesus Christ, of course.”
The religious fanatic continued on with her judgments, saying how you can’t believe in Jesus and read about “Witchcraft” at the same time. She suggested saying a “Prayer for favor” to try and get a job and the lady said, “Okay, I might try it.”
Then the woman’s son said hi to the religious fanatic, who happened to be his music teacher.
What an odd coincidence. I feel so bad for those kids she “teaches”. I’m guessing she tries to brainwash them on a daily basis.
The last straw that my mother and I could take was when she pressed the lady about praying to Jesus with the prayer of favor, and said “How about we do a prayer of agreement right now?”
Not only did she have to try and convert us to be her idea of the proper Christians right there in the religious section of the bookstore, but she had to try and prove to herself that she could convert someone. She was putting us up in a corner, and when my mother and I left I felt bad for the confused lady, because this preacher-woman was trying to go as far as to make her pray in that bookstore in her presence just so she could have the satisfaction of knowing she’s helped someone “see the light”.
What a disgrace to freedom of religion. I almost don’t want to go back to Borders anymore. I can just imagine that woman going there each week, pretending to look at the Christian prayer books while waiting there to prey (pun-intended) on her latest victim of new age spirituality.
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| 5 more days! =) |
[12 Dec 2005|01:48pm] |
Wow... it seems like everyone else at Oakland is already done with their finals. Brad's already done and Caroline's last final is today. Hmph.
Me, on the other hand, I'm not done until Thursday. I have one exam tomorrow and the other two on Thursday. At least I've completed the take-home exam for my Editing class.
It sucks though... my 21st birthday is on Saturday and it's so hard to study when my thoughts keep lingering around how I'm going to be old enough to drink legally in the U.S. Yay! No more trips to Windsor... well, unless we go for Caroline. =Þ
I told Mike he has to plan it, which means he has a few ideas of where to go, but he'll just end up winging it that night. Doesn't matter to me, I just wanna have a nice, fun birthday.
I did manage to get the majority of my Christmas shopping done... I only have a few more things to get for my mom, dad, and Mike.
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[15 Nov 2005|03:19pm] |
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how if you've had the wonderful misfortune of throwing your back out, that what causes it is always something that has absolutely nothing to do with your back?
Lifting things, okay, that makes sense. Bending down to get something, that makes sense too.
But simply getting into your car... how do you get a serious throbbing pain shoot through your back doing that?
Lovely how it started the day off.
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[05 Nov 2005|10:51am] |
Snuffleupagus
You scored 60% Organization, 60% abstract, and 62% extroverted! |
This test measured 3 variables.
First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean.
Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type.
Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself.
You are somewhat organized, both concrete and abstract, and both introverted and extroverted.
I bet you didn't think you were Snuffleupagus. Let's find out why.
You are both somewhat organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Alloyius Snuffleupagus (and all Snuffleupagus') is not sloppy by nature, but he moves so incredibly slowly that it is impossible for him to be totally organized.
You both are about equally concrete and abstract thinkers. You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course. Snuffy generally has very basic interests, but he explores his abstract sensitive side when he plays his snuffleflute.
You both are somewhat introverted. Originally Snuffleupagus was very shy and was only Big Bird's invisible friend. However as he has aged he has started to build new friendships with new characters. Like Snuffy, you probably like to have some time to yourself. However, you do appreciate spending time with your friends, and you aren't scared of social situations.
The other possible characters are
Oscar the Grouch
Big Bird
Cookie Monster
Ernie
Elmo
Kermit the Frog
Grover
The Count
Guy Smiley
Bert
If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win! |
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[31 Oct 2005|10:57am] |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) coldsorecream's Halloween party:
blank_frackis dressed as Lance Armstrong riding a chicken.
chip83 dressed as a 1980's yuppie child.
corpsepose dressed as the main character of "All the President's Men".
deadkerouac dressed as the Martian Manhunter.
dreamyeyes03 dressed as Madonna.
easymeat dressed as the love child of Kevin Costner and Oprah Winfrey.
emergencyxit dressed as Craig Kilborn.
hailey_marquise dressed as a interrim paper pusher.
nagikokiohara dressed as a constant pixie.
polar_bear_sama dressed as Britney Spears's father.
resonantsoul dressed as the spirit of their dead grandmother Brittany.
silentdefiance dressed as Courtney Love.
styrofoamjesus dressed as a new superhero: Battle Chameleon.
to_the_pain dressed as a new member of the Wu-Tang Clan, Midnight Beggar, though it looked more like the Lord of Corpus Christi.
wyrd212 dressed as Paris Hilton.
Throw your own party at the Hallomeme!
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How fitting, for the most part.
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[24 Oct 2005|01:48pm] |
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I can't help but laugh. A lot.
I, Christina, Grammar-Nazi Extraordinare, was not so Grammatical at a young age...
Yesterday I went to Mijers I got a blak chary Ice crem it was good when I was over thar I sen a cow that was pirpol and its tung was going side was and the oter way it was could the pripol cow.
(Translation: Yesterday I went to Meijers, I got a black cherry ice cream. It was good. When I was over there I seen a cow that was purple and it's tongue was going sideways, and the other way, it was called the purple cow.)
I'm gong wake up my Brother Doro and say I bet I have more presints than you! and then I will say nana na nana and I will say I no some stuf that your geting and I will race hem down stars to open the presints. And if he dos not like wat he got I will say nana na nana.
(Translation: I'm going to wake up my brother Doro and say "I bet I have more presents than you!” And then I will say "nana na nana" and I will say "I know some stuff that you're getting", and I will race him down stairs to open the presents, and if he doesn't like what he got, I will say "nana na nana".)
if I culd be a animal I would be a pouppy so I can jump and play or a cat so I can skrach or a bird so I can fly or a fish so I can swom or a chincala so I can have soft ferr or a iguwana so I can hit other things like a roke with my tale and it won't hert or a dolfin so I can jump up from the water and jump bake down.
(Notice I was always very indecisive…)
(Translation: If I could be an animal, I would be a puppy so I can jump and play, or a cat so I can scratch, or a bird so I can fly, or a fish so I can swim, or a chinchilla so I can have soft fur, or an iguana so I can hit other things like a rock with my tail and it won't hurt, or a dolphin so I can jump up from the water and jump back down.)
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(Making words out of the word NOTHING, apparently I knew the word "goth" back when I was 10)
I like to hang on the monky bars
COME ONE COME ALL
if you don't now wat to do go on the monky bars pirtend your being a monky with alot of pepel waching you and you get alot of bunnanas to eat be thar on the monky bars at recess
(Translation: If you don't know what to do, go on the monkey bars, pretend you're being a monkey with a lot of people watching you, and you get a lot of bananas to eat. Be there on the monkey bars at recess.)
Ice Crem flavers
it has coclit fuge bronys ten jolly rancers gume in it cecup an musterd huny and pupken seeds come to ice crim flavers
(Translation: It has chocolate fudge brownies, ten jolly ranchers, gum in it. Ketchup and mustard, honey and pumpkin seeds. Come to Ice Cream Flavors)
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 You're a hardworking individual enshrouded by an overwhelming sense of mystery, beauty, and intrigue. Though always on the go, you keep focused, helping -- often rapturing -- those you meet. Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz. |
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It's a damn good thing there are people like Trent Reznor in music today. =)
NIN was an awesome concert, as expected. I would have loved it if they'd done Something I Can Never Have, though. But I digress.
After I got out of my Economics class today and entered the Oakland Center to get some food, there was this dude on stilts walking around in the Ritazza (coffee area). This incident proved that I am indeed afraid of guys on stilts, whether it be a clown, a jester, or a random guy, if it's a dude and he's lanky in the first place and you put him on stilts I freak the hell out.
I took one look at him as he spun around, tried to get as far away as possible, and nearly bolted to the bathroom. My eyes sort of started to get watery and I thought I was going to hyperventilate or something. T'was a very weird feeling.
But, that's not all, folks. I guess the guy was promoting some event going on downstairs in the Oakland Center, and after I actually bought my food and went to get plastic silverware, he was walking around that area too. So I resorted to eating outside. But damn. It's too bad,'cause the guy who was on the stilts himself seemed pretty cool. He had on a top-hat and a purple coat. (Can we say Willy Wonka esque?) If only it weren't for those goddamn stilts. *shudder*
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Alright... and here are zee pictures.
Although, I must say there are quite a lot. It's a combination of mine... and then Mike's. And because I'm lazy and I don't feel like sorting them out, they will be sort of scattered.
And so...
I present to you...
( Munich )
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[28 Sep 2005|01:57pm] |
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Tuesday- Day 1
Mike and I arrived in Germany at 8 a.m. heavily jet-lagged but ready to roam around. We checked-in at the hostel around 11 a.m-ish, and met up with Mike’s brother, Jon, and sister-in-law, Cris. Took the u-bahn (hehe) to Marienplatz and saw the Glockenspiel. It’s basically the Big Ben of Germany, a huge tower with a clock at the top, a bird underneath, little Bavarian men battling on one row, and then happy Bavarian men dancing on another row. Luckily, we got there in time to see it go off at noon. The clock rang incessantly, and then the little men on the top row moved around (carousel-style). The best part, though, was when the Bavarian dude knocked his opponent off his horse in the joust, declaring victory. Hehe. Then those guys stopped moving around, and the happy Bavarian men on the next row started their little dance celebration. And naturally the grand finale was the little bird doing his “cuckoo”. I believe the display lasted about 15 minutes.
After the Glockenspiel viewing, we had crepes and coffee at a little café in Marienplatz. Mike used his senses and got coffee, I on the other hand, had hot Italian chocolate with amaretto. It tasted great, but didn’t help wear off the sleepiness I had. After lunch, we took the u-bahn over to Olympia Stadium, home to the 1972 Olympic Games. It was a spectacular design… I don’t exactly know how to describe it really, except that it looked really modern, with a lot of criss-crosses swooping up and down amongst the architecture. We walked around there for a bit, and then went back to our hostels to rest for 20 minutes. Mike kept telling me, “Christina, don’t fall asleep.” I wanted to smack him. Hehe. We walked around a bit, and Cris said she wanted to go to the Hofbrauhaus for dinner. The Hofbrauhaus is a very traditional and popular German restaurant. Not only was it popular, but it also held it’s own little part of history. Hitler used to give some of his speeches upstairs at the Hofbrauhaus. We all found seats and ordered beer. And holy crap, those steins were huge. They held a liter of beer, and sadly, beer is not a taste that I have acquired, and German beer is 10 times stronger than American beer. The first few sips went down fine, but I couldn’t even get halfway done with mine. Mike and Jon ended up splitting the rest of it. The food though, was, as Mike claims, very traditional German food. I had pork and potato salad. I wasn’t too crazy about the pork, but they had this really tasty dressing to put on it so it made it better, and the potato salad was very yummy too. Everyone seemed to enjoy their meals. The most amusing part was when Cris pointed out a little kid, about 11 or so drinking a beer. Granted it wasn’t a stein, it was a smaller portion, but the kid downed that thing. Coming from America where we’re such a strict Puritanical society, that sort of thing could seem like a huge culture shock, but really, the kids only drink on special occasions, and again he wasn’t drinking a whole stein full of beer. When we finished with our meals and drinks we decided to go to Oktoberfest.
Now, Oktoberfest is usually what tends to draw tourists to Munich. But when we checked it out, it just reminded me of something similar to the Ann Arbor Art Fair. Basically it was a festival set up, with food stands and amusement park rides, and the only thing that made it different were numerous beer tents. We weren’t able to actually go inside and sit down, but we were able to walk around and wow… it was around 8 or 9 o’clock and people were standing on the tables singing German songs and being drunk and happy. It was fun to witness, but it was so crowded and hard to make our way back out of the place. We ended up sitting outside of the tent and Mike made me try a different beer this time. It was a Radler, which is kind of like a sprite type of beer. It was a lot better than the first kind I had, but I could only drink about half of this one. We stayed at Oktoberfest for a while and made plans to visit the Neuschwanstein Castle the next day. For those of you that don’t know, the Neuschwanstein Castle is the castle that inspired the Disney castle, and in turn, the castles in Disney movies.
It got progressively colder at night and I wasn’t feeling all that well. By the time Mike and I returned to our hostels, I told him I thought I might be getting sick and he was so sure it was just congestion from the airplane ride and different countries. Psh, he was wrong. =Þ
Wednesday- Day 2
I couldn’t sleep very well and sure enough, woke up with a head cold. I took a shower around 7:30 and waited out in the lobby for Mike to get up. We did some walking, and got breakfast (a sandwich, only the best sandwich ever. Salami with a pickle and yummy bread) Then we met up with Jon and Cris to catch a 2 hour train ride over to the Neuschwanstein Castle. Once we finally got there, we decided to take the hike up the Alpes to get pictures from a distance and up close. We didn’t want to spend the money to go inside the castle with all the tourists, just viewing it from the outside was breathtaking enough. So, we hiked up to the castle for an hour or so... it wasn’t too bad, except that my cold made it worse. I kept blowing my nose and feeling worse the whole time. By the time we got to the castle, it was well worth the hike. It was huge, and the courtyard alone was beautiful.
After the castle, we started the hike back down, and on the way stopped at this bridge to get a wonderful view of the castle. It was the perfect spot for a picture… in fact, I don’t think that anyone could take a bad picture of the castle from that bridge.
The way down the hiking path was a lot easier, but due to my lack of balance I had to clutch Mike’s hand the whole time. Cris seemed to have some trouble too, so I wasn’t the only one. Hehe.
After the castle, we went back to our hostels and rested for a half an hour or so. Since the days were pretty cold, Mike and I stopped at a little shop to get sweatshirts and I was so tired and exhausted I didn’t even care to be there, even if getting the shirt would make me warmer. So Mike grabbed one, I bought it and thought it looked kinda small, and by the time we went back to the hostel, I put it on, only to realize it was too small. I freaked out due to the combination of being sick, exhausted and frustrated. Poor Mike sat there as I started crying (obviously something I wouldn't have done had I not been sick), but he did a very good job of calming me down, and we exchanged it for a different sweatshirt. After that, we met back up with Jon and Cris, and Cris gave me some drugs so I’d feel better. It worked. ^_^ We went to a steak house that Jon wanted to go to and afterward walked around a little bit where some woman grabbed onto Jon’s shirt and we didn’t know if it was a poor attempt at a pick-pocket or if she was just not quite all there.
Thursday- Day 3
We didn’t really set any plans for this day, except for what time to meet up. Mike actually woke up before I did for once and I caught him as he was leaving our hostel, but he told me I had more time to sleep. I think I got up a half an hour or 45 minutes later and right as I was going to go down the elevator Mike was coming up. Talk about perfect timing. We went in the lounge area and Mike asked me if I was hungry. He pulled out two sandwiches, some bananas, two iced teas and apple juice. (He knows I like apple juice, especially when I’m sick. ^_^) We had breakfast, then scoured around the city. We actually walked quite a distance, and then met up with Jon and Cris at our allotted time.
We all went to the English Gardens, a nice huge park, and walked around there for a bit. It was hard for us to read the maps they had within the park, but we made our way over to a beer tent in the middle of the park. We sat down and they all had their respective beers, and I had apple wine, which I actually liked and drank all of. ^_^ The whole time a lot of dogs were seen, and I’m not just talking about at the park. People took their dogs everywhere with them (on the subway) and the dogs were all very well-behaved and happy. I actually got Mike to admit that he would have a dog if it was well-behaved. Mwah haha.
After the beer, we walked along the park in search for this permanent wave that they fixed in the lake. We found it at the end of the park and luckily enough, a surfer dude was attempting to surf it. I got lots of pictures of him and it was very fun to watch.
We continued walking around another area of the park and then we probably ate somewhere… now the days are starting to get mixed together. In essence, it was a nice, mellow day.
Friday- Day 4
Jon and Cris were going to leave around noon to get to the airport, so we met up with them at this wonderful café we’d discovered called Woerner’s. Once they left, Mike and I spent the rest of the day doing a whole lot of walking along the English Gardens again, through Marienplatz, and Karlsplatz, and back through Marienplatz to go to Hofbrauhaus again. Along the way, Mike did a lot of drinking… and said he’d be sad if he didn’t get drunk at least once while in Munich. So I encouraged him to get drunk that night and he did. =) I got a little buzz, but it was ‘cause Mike bought me Jaeger from a store in the subway and put it in coke for me. After that, we went back to our hostels and called it an early night.
Saturday- Day 5
We woke up in the morning and bought tickets to see a tour of the Dachau Memorial Concentration Camp. It was one of the first concentration camps ever made, and it was solely a “work” camp rather than an “extermination” camp. The entrance into the camp had the words “Albreit Macht Frei” on the fence, which translates into Work Will Make You Free. It was pretty chilling to see that in the first place, and the rest of the camp had a re-creation of the bunking areas due to hygiene reasons, the original gas chambers and cremation chambers, and original prison area for those who didn’t have to work. We also watched a 20 minute documentary about the concentration camp and it was pretty emotionally draining.
After that Mike and I went to Woerner’s Café again and I had the best drink ever. It was hot Italian chocolate with Amaretto again, but holy wow, it was so much better. It made me happy, but I was still tired.
Since I was drained from all the walking and everything over the course of our trip, we rested back at the hostel for a few hours and then went out to eat. I was craving soup, specifically potato soup for some reason, but I settled for minestrone at a nice little Italian restaurant. We called it an early night again, and went to bed. We decided on Sunday being our “shopping” day, which was a bad idea. I vaguely had a feeling that the stores might be closed on Sundays ‘cause it’s Europe and all. And I was right. =/
Sunday- Day 6
Since the stores were closed except for a few souvenir shops, we got a little bit of souvenirs for our friends and family back at home, and spent the rest of the day at the English Gardens watching the sun set and all. It was a nice little day.
And that was our trip. Monday doesn’t count ‘cause all that consisted of was a lot of rushing around and flying. Ugh.
The sad thing is, I’m still sick right now. =(
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| I guess I kinda screwed myself over... |
[28 Sep 2005|05:59am] |
'Cause I decided to take a nap at 6 p.m. last night. I woke up at midnight and said "Okay, now it's time for bed." Then I woke up at 3 a.m., and tried to go back to sleep... but sporadically kept waking up. It's 6 a.m. and I'm awake. =(
I'll have a full update on my trip to Germany later. And when Mike fixes my computer, I'll post some pictures. ^_^
But for now, a quiz.
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| Just a quick update before I leave... |
[19 Sep 2005|10:13am] |
Yes, today I will be on my way to Germany. And technically, I won't arrive until tomorrow morning.
Yesterday I went to the Renaissance Festival with Mike, and we met up with Kimo and his friend Sean. We mostly just walked around and checked some stuff out. The highlight though, was when at Kimo's suggestion, we went to the Press-A-Wench show. The wenches picked 4 'manly men' to go up on stage and be participants in the contest. First, one of the ladies picked his friend Sean, so Kimo didn't think they would pick him since he was sitting right by him.
But, a few minutes later, they had 3 guys up there, and one of the other ladies saw Kimo, told him to stand up, asked him his name, asked the other wenches if he was a good candidate, then said "Kimo Sabi!" and brought him up there.
Needless to say, hilariousness ensued. ^_^
The guys had to "woo" the girls first by complimenting them, which Kimo had a problem doing most of the time. Then they had to "press" them. (Lift them up as high as they could, I guess). The instructor guy said to Kimo after the second girl, "Kimo, it's press a wench, not launch a wench". Hehe, it was great.
The best part of all, I can't decide. It was between Kimo winning the contest with the loudest applause and being the crowd favorite, or his friend Sean being approached afterward by an extremely forward woman... who was not his type. Kimo, Mike, and I sat there and watched as she started asking him what his major was and if he had a "lucky" lady. Finally, when he was able to tear himself away from her, he asked Kimo why he didn't help him. Kimo said, "You didn't give me a sign that you wanted to leave." Mike said, "Yeah, he had that look on his face the whole time." Very much amusement was had.
Alright, I'm about to leave for Mike's in about 10ish minutes and then we shall be off.
Bye all my lovely friends. I shall missith thee.
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| I nearly died. |
[15 Sep 2005|10:13pm] |
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Although the subject title would suggest otherwise, I really am in a good mood/frame of mind/state of being right now.
Damn, about 2 hours ago I was in the mood to type, and then my brother came home and I got distracted.
Now, I no longer feel like typing.
Grf.
But uh, happy semi-belated birthday Caroline! You're finally my age... but not for long. >=D
Four more days until Germany!
Yay!
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| Massive headache like woah... |
[01 Sep 2005|10:20pm] |
Things I need to do...
-Transfer money from savings to checking and pay for college/ Germany
-Get an oil change (hopefully that's what my car means when it says "Service Engine Soon"... especially since the last oil change was quite a while ago =/)
-Get Caroline a present(s) for her birthday
-Get supplies (notebooks, folders) for classes
And of course, with gas prices like woah... I feel like this month will be vedy tight on cash for me. *Le sigh*
And fuck, this headache hurts.
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| La la la la, la-la-la-la |
[27 Aug 2005|11:48am] |
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Something's totally gotten into my brother. He brought home a dozen donuts for the family today. He never does that. First of all, he's on the cheap side and likes to horde all his money... second of all, if there were a slim chance that he were to get a dozen donuts, they'd more than likely be for himself and only himself.
In any case, I'm not complaining. Anyway, I'm sure he's happy 'cause of the laptop he bought yesterday. It was a pretty spontaneous decision, especially for someone like him. He usually thinks these things out way more than one night saying, "I think I should get a laptop", and the next morning going out and getting it. I guess that's a good thing though. Variety is the spice of life.
Speaking of variety, I'm going to Germany. I'm missing a week worth of classes in doing so, but it'll be worth it. Mike already reserved the tickets and hostel we'll be staying at. We will be leaving September 19, and returning September 26.
And I just found my passport. Eeew.
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| Don't judge me so harsh, little girl |
[21 Aug 2005|11:22pm] |
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Ever notice how good things happen in sequence? Same with bad things, and usually they happen in threes for some reason. I think it's something that happens too often to be considered an “odd coincidence”.
For example,
After work on Saturday Mike and I went to Max & Erma’s, where his order got slightly altered (hehe), resulting in us acquiring free cookies and his order being taken off the bill. (This, in case you haven't noticed, would be incident number one)
I was going to wait until we went back to his house to surprise him with the NIN tickets, but I had the perfect opportunity at Max & Erma’s to do so, and he was giddy with excitement for the rest of the night. The conversation went a little like this…
Mike: So Trent Reznor is having this contest to see who makes the best remix of “Only”. The winner gets tickets, backstage passes, and their version of the song played on 89X. And the program Trent uses for his tracks is the same one that I use.
Me: (Perking up on the inside and trying exceedingly hard not to show it)
Wow, you could totally win that.
Mike: I know.
Me: (Reaching for my purse)
But… if you don’t win...
(Fumbling with the zipper to the side pocket where the tickets are)
But… if you don’t win...
(Having realized I went to the wrong pocket, flipping my purse over and going to the other one)
Grr! But if you don’t win...
(Finally pulling the tickets out of the pocket)
We’re still going to the concert.
Mike: (Eyes light up)
You’re awesome!
Me: I know.
(Now this, this would be incident number two)
We sat around most of the night watching Scrubs. I didn't know how amazing that show was. Then again, I’d never been able to catch an episode in it’s entirety before, and now I’ve almost seen the whole first season thanks to the miracle of sitcoms on DVD.
But getting back to the subject of good things happening in threes, Mike called me today to inform me of some more really good news on his part. (And just to spell it out for you in case you haven't noticed, this is, of course, incident number three)
And because I attribute Mike’s happiness to my own happiness, I am indeed very happy right now.
I’m trying really hard to not sound all mushy and everything, but I’ve heard from many a people that Mike and I think and/or act alike. Considering we both hate the phone, both wear black most of the time, and both have an odd sense of humor and/or quirky behavior, I’d have to say I can see it myself.
I'm not saying we're exactly alike, that would make the relationship boring... not to mention a tad bit on the creepy Twilight Zone-ish side, but I do notice the similarities between us the more we're together.
And wow… I’m done.
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| Music is fun, and so is this... |
[11 Aug 2005|12:16am] |
Guess the bands and the names of the songs, and don't cheat with google search or anything. Mer her her.
1.) Well it’s funny as hell, but no one laughs when they get there
2.) Heavenly widened roses seem to whisper to me when you smile
3.) Beauty is the spiral going round and round the beast
4.) If the divine master plan is perfection, maybe next I’ll give Judas a try
5.) You look like the perfect fit for a girl in need of a tourniquet
6.) Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
7.) I’m open to falling from grace
8.) If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see, I’d put you in the mirror I put in front of me
9.) Doesn’t mean that much to me, to mean that much to you
10.) Let the sun never blind your eyes
11.) I dream in skin scented sentences of a stronger, faster, fiercer you, and to each noun, verb and predicate I dedicate a vivid hue
12.) Help me pray for the death of everything new
13.) In my dreaming you’ll be drowning
14.) Love of two is one, here but now they’re gone
15.) It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do
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