Wednesday, January 3, 2001
12:01 a.m.
You know what? Artificial cherry flavored putty mixed with blood tastes really, really bad. (>_<)
I just thought that I'd share that with you.
I am so ready to be done with this whole braces/oral surgery thing. I mean, really, three years is enough.
I'm gonna crash now. Goodnight.
Sunday, December 31, 2000
02:52 a.m.
I had a whole bunch of little things to log about, but, alas, I can't remember anything. This is mostly due to the late hour of the evening (or early hour of the morning). Yeah, my continued, intermittant insomnia is striking me and leaving me without much clarity. Uh.... oh well. It'll hopefully push me into the correct frame of mind for the ushering in of the new millenium.
Yes, the new millenium. Hmm...does anyone really care? I suppose there are =some= people out there who do, but, whatever. I plan to once again attempt to beat my parents at Trivial Pursuit. I got them once (but then, I wasn't drinking anything that would affect my cognitive abilities that night), but I wonder if I can do it again. We'll see...
Oh, and the oriole returned to us today after a week of absence! Unfortunately, he has a limp now; I hope he makes it through the winter.
Which is more than I can say for a particular starling who met his demise earlier this week: in another fit of abnormality, my family was able to experience the fascinating and exciting view of a sharp-shinned hawk standing on our patio in the backyard. I watched, unable to pull away as it darted behind a pot and snatched a hapless starling. The hawk then proceeded to trounce the poor thing to an almost-certain death by bouncing up and down on the concrete with it between its talons. We never did get to see what would finally become of the starling for just as the hawk began to pull the starling's feathers out, one of our cats jumped onto the window sill and frightened the hawk away (along with its prey). The last we saw of the starling, it was still alive, but, well, I can't say for sure how long that lasted. Gruesome, yes, but it's nature. It's no worse than watching the lions on the hunt on the Discovery Channel. Of course, they don't do that in your backyard, but still. (^_~)
Anyway. Enjoy the new year!
Sunday, December 24, 2000
03:13 p.m.
And just because I was bored, I took one of those personality type test thingies.
Portrait of the Counselor Idealist (INFJ)
Idealists (NFs) share the following core characteristics:
Idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intuition, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom.
Idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic.
Idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials.
Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders.
Counselors have an exceptionally strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others, and find great personal fulfillment interacting with people, nurturing their personal development, guiding them to realize their human potential. Although they are happy working at jobs (such as writing) that require solitude and close attention, Counselors do quite well with individuals or groups of people, provided that the personal interactions are not superficial, and that they find some quiet, private time every now and then to recharge their batteries. Counselors are both kind and positive in their handling of others; they are great listeners and seem naturally interested in helping people with their personal problems. Not usually visible leaders, Counselors prefer to work intensely with those close to them, especially on a one-to-one basis, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes.
Counselors are scarce, little more than one percent of the population, and can be hard to get to know, since they tend not to share their innermost thoughts or their powerful emotional reactions except with their loved ones. They are highly private people, with an unusually rich, complicated inner life. Friends or colleagues who have known them for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that Counselors are flighty or scattered; they value their integrity a great deal, but they have mysterious, intricately woven personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.
Counselors tend to work effectively in organizations. They value staff harmony and make every effort to help an organization run smoothly and pleasantly. They understand and use human systems creatively, and are good at consulting and cooperating with others. As employees or employers, Counselors are concerned with people’s feelings and are able to act as a barometer of the feelings within the organization. Blessed with vivid imaginations, Counselors are often seen as the most poetical of all the types, and in fact they use a lot of poetic imagery in their everyday language. Their great talent for language—both written and spoken—is usually directed toward communicating with people in a personalized way. Counselors are highly intuitive and can recognize another’s emotions or intentions—good or evil—even before that person is aware of them. Counselors themselves can seldom tell how they came to read others’ feelings so keenly. This extreme sensitivity to others could very well be the basis of the Counselor’s remarkable ability to experience a whole array of psychic phenomena.
I can't really say how much I agree with it, but it was amusing (and certainly self-serving). ::shrugs:: I suppose I should go do something really constructive now -- like read more fan-fic. ::grin::
Next up on the block will be a general essay-type thing on what it is to be a fangirl and what it is that keeps us going. Oh, and possibly some fic recs, too. I just want to help advertise great authors. (^_^)
Sunday, December 24, 2000
02:14 p.m.
Christmas Eve?! My gosh! Where has the time gone? And why don't I feel excited?
Maybe it's because I'm only now coming down from the school high; I've now begun to lose track of time (as in, 'it's Sunday? I thought it was Wednesday. Weird.').
Anyhoo, hope everyone has a nice holiday!!
Saturday, December 23, 2000
08:48 p.m.
I was able to obtain my semester grades yesterday. It’s interesting, really. There was a time when getting a C in a class would equate failing to me; those days, however (and thankfully), are long gone.
I got my first C-as-a-final-grade in my urban geography class this time around. Well, to be fair, it was a C+, but a C is a C, right? I suppose I should be mad at myself, but I’m not. Maybe it’s because I’m a college sophomore and I figure that until now, I’ve done pretty well. Or maybe it’s because that was a freakin’ hard class. I have a feeling that it’s a combination of the two. I learned a lot (probably more than I ever wanted to), but it was hard.
All in all, I was pretty happy with my grades, especially considering that I slacked off a lot this semester (and when one is taking 17 credits, that’s usually not a very good idea ^_~;;). I even got a B- in my chemistry class; as a result I practically jumped up and down, yelling in happiness.
And in case anyone is keeping score, I got a B in ecology ::whew::, an A- in precalc., and an A in my music appreciation class. Yay. All 17 credits are accounted for. Next I’ll be giving myself somewhat of a break by taking only 15 credits next semester (of course, that’s all relative in relation to what the courses actually are; if I were taking a ten-credit course in underwater basket weaving [thanks, Mr. Nap! (^_^)], then I’d probably be in more trouble than I’m already in. As it stands, I’m taking two literature classes, a child psychology course, intro to chem part two, and ecology laboratory [a fun-fun, happy, four-freakin’-hour class that’s at eight am on Thursdays. I’m not a masochist -- really]).
Friday, December 22, 2000
08:48 p.m.
Birds I've seen today:
starlings
mourning doves
house sparrows
house finches
song sparrows
chickadees
juncos
cardinals
mocking bird
downy woodpecker
red bellied woodpecker
Baltimore oriole
It's been an exciting day. (^_~) Seeing a Baltimore oriole in all of its dark orange and black glory against the backdrop of bare trees and snow has certainly been an interesting sight.
My mother is currently watching "Gladiator" again for the third time. I can hardly blame her; I certainly don't mind watching Russell Crowe over and over, either. ;^) Plus, it helps that the film truly is wonderful. Although Commodus was just so disgusting.
Thursday, December 21, 2000
06:46 p.m.
My mother bought me supplies to start a bonsai tree today as my Christmas present. ::squeal:: I'm very excited (as if you couldn't tell). The tree I got is called 'tree of a thousand stars' and has tiny, lavender-pink flowers on it. This is going to be fun. (^_~)
I suppose I ought to give my tree a name as all of my other plants have names (Phil O'Dendron, Spot, and Sparky ::grin::). Any ideas, anyone?
Hey, and get this: I was looking out into the backyard today when I saw a Baltimore oriole on the grass beneath the dogwood. First of all, we've never had an oriole in the yard before, and, second of all, they're not supposed to be around this time of year! Today is, after all, the official first day of winter. Orioles migrate south before winter each year, so it is surprising having one around.
Okay, I suppose if you aren't into stuff like that it isn't very interesting, but hey, it made my day. (^_^)
Wednesday, December 20, 2000
10:46 p.m.
Alrighta. I'm rather wordy, aren't I? ::grin::
For everyone's convenience, I've archived the previous entries. They can now be found here. Knock yourselves out. (^_^)