Monday, January 22, 2001
11:16 p.m.
Hmm... Just what is it about boys with wings that we love so much? Seeing as how I have yet to find an answer to that, the research must continue. (^_~)
Monday, January 22, 2001
04:11 p.m.
Yay! My dearest Comrade is making her pita page!! I'm adding it to my list o' links. ::grin::
Classes have ended for me today. ::whew!:: Psychology and chemistry really shouldn't be too bad, but what is up with my early American literature professor?? She wants us to come up with a topic by next class period (Wednesday) which we will use for our 15-20 minute oral presentations to the class. o_O Whoa. And we could present them as early as the end of this week. Now, normally I wouldn't have a problem with this - if I had a topic!! I hardly know what the course is about (I know, I know, it's early American literature, but I think you know what I mean...); I kind of need a bit more time to come up with something here. Sheesh.
And on top if it all, I =do= have two quizes tomorrow during chem lab and recitation. Somehow, I feel that chemistry is more important to me right now than the writings of people who've been dead for a few hundred years. Not that the writings themselves aren't important. Trust me, I understand the whole learning-about-history-is-imperative-so-that-we-don't-repeat-our-mistakes thing, but really. I need chem for my major. 'Nuff said.
Saturday, January 20, 2001
10:51 p.m.
I'm going back to school tomorrow - that is, if the snow doesn't stop us. I really hope it doesn't snow much at all because we have so much to do tomorrow, and the snow will end up just making it more difficult. Besides having my family drive two hours both ways to get to MU, one also has to consider the moving-everything-back-up-to-the-fourth-floor-without-the-aid-of-an-elevator factor. It's exciting, really. ^_~
I've also been thinking about cancelling the Time Life book series that I've been getting the last two years. I absolutely love the books, but it's simply become too expensive. It all depends on how much I end up spending on my textbooks for this semester tomorrow. If I can get them all at $350 or less, I'll keep the book series. If it goes over (as it did last semester... -_-;;), then I'm afraid they'll have to go. ::sob::
Oh, yes, tomorrow will be just lovely. ::grin::
Saturday, January 20, 2001
01:02 a.m.
Hmm...anybody else watch X-Men: Evolution? I'm going to bed early (erm...) so that I can wake up in time to watch it. ::teehee:: It reminds me why I liked the comics so much as a kid - the characters! And, even though I'm no longer in high school (a year and a half isn't that long, anyway), I really like that they're kids here. The situations that they're in seem more believable this way.
'Sides, the X-Men didn't always save the world, right? They had to be kids at some point. (^_^) 'Night~!
Thursday, January 18, 2001
02:00 a.m.
Whoa...it's two in the morning....
Whoa...
::stares at screen:: I think my eyes are crossing just a tad...I stayed up this late because I found MegaTokyo - an online comic. Of course, I liked it so much that I had to read every single strip posted as well as some of the commentary on the page. -_-;; And I had wanted to be asleep by twelve tonight - ha!
Got my braces off today - yeeha. After three years I am finally able to feel the roof of my mouth. And whistle. And eat apples without cutting them up first. Oh, and I guess the most important part is being able to shut my jaw all the way finally. ::shrugs:: Yeah, that too.
Wa~h! I miss my brother. ::sniff:: He hasn't even been back to his school a week and I miss him already. Where is the sound of the electric guitar that usually permeates the house? Where is your pile of clothes which accumulates in the bathroom? And for heaven's sake, why wasn't Dragonball Z playing on the television at midnight? Well, I hope you're having fun this week. ^_^ Try to keep it in mind when you're at your classes on Monday. ::grin::
Wednesday, January 17, 2001
12:05 a.m.
My Comrade is a most amazing writer! ::gushes:: Darling, if you read this, know that I think that you are extremely talented - and creative! Your story seemed so realistic and yet remained dramatic in the most perfect way. My thoughts while finally reading the story as a whole -- instead of the fragments which I had read before -- chased through my mind as a mantra: what's he going to do next...what's he going to do next...??(!) And I couldn't help but wonder what I would do if ever I was in a similar situation (well, you know what I mean ^_^). I hope you win the 'mystery' award for it that we were talking about earlier. You definitely deserve it!
Monday, January 15, 2001
11:49 p.m.
It's a Beautiful Day!
Ah, finally got U2's new album yesterday. All I can say is that good things do come to those who wait. The only album I'm currently missing of theirs is Wide Awake in America. I will get it someday and then my collection will be complete ::cue evil villain cackle:: (^_^)
Thursday, January 11, 2001
04:34 p.m.
Here's another repost from last year. This time, it was an English composition course assignment. Granted, if you don't like pets, or cats for that matter, you may want to skip this. ::grin::
The Silent Game: A Prose-Poem Essay
Date of entry: May 1st, 2000
I lay on my stomach in the grass, James Herriot's "All Things Bright and Beautiful" propped open before me. The shade of the dogwood keeps the glare from its white, crisp pages from searing my eyes.
The family tomcat, Renfield, comes padding towards me, eyes lit with a wild light. He looks me in the eyes and then away again quickly, orange tail swishing excitedly. My mother calls him 'bright-eyed and bushy-tailed' when he's like this.
He wants to play; this is his way of asking.
I get to my knees in the grass, one hand supporting my weight while the other 'crawls' towards Ren. Immediately he crouches down, a white and orange shape peeking through the green of the grass. I move my hand more rapidly across his field of vision and he pounces.
We've played this game many times before and we've come to a sort of understanding. His claws stay sheathed and my actions remain gentle. If he feels that he's maybe nipped my hand too hard with his teeth, he'll pause to lick it. Then the game begins again.
A goldfinch perched on the head of a sunflower in the garden scolds us, but we ignore him. This is not a time for words or verbalization of any kind. Our game is silent, our movements making enough sound to convey our feelings.
Finally, after a good half-hour of rough and tumble play, the game winds down. Ren pushes against my hand with his head and then plops down in the grass beside me, idly licking a paw. Before following him in repose, I brush at the grass that has become stuck to my knees and then rifle through the pages of my book. I find where I left off reading, but before continuing, I marvel at the deep conversation I just had.
A conversation without words.
Liked it? Hated it? Think I should remain a science major (don't quit your day job, right)? Feel free to drop me a line. ^_^
Monday, January 8, 2001
11:30 a.m.
Here's a repost from last year's Soapbox; I've always found it somewhat amusing:
Date of entry: March 9th, 2000
The Saga of the Watch
This is something which I've been wanting to write for a short time now. Perhaps it is something which isn't truly Earth-shattering or anything, but it is important to me.
I have, in my possession, a wristwatch.
How exciting, you may be thinking.
Well, I have grown quite attached to this watch. To me, it is a little friend (oh no! She's talking to inanimate objects again! And we thought that she'd outgrown that by the seventh grade....).
This little watch and I have been through a lot together. I got it way back in the ninth grade....and I am now a freshman in college. That means that I have had this watch for....four years? Something like that. We've seen a lot of things, the least of which includes my high school career. It and I have been across the United States to Yellowstone National Park, the Badlands of South Dakota, Mount Rushmore, and Glacier National Park in Montana. This watch was there when my family and I encountered a grizzly bear on a mountainside and when we walked on top of a glacier. My watch was with me when I went to Paris with my art class during my junior year of high school. We've been to the top of the Eiffel Tower. We've been in the Louvre.
I've been wearing this watch every day for years now. Is it any wonder that I've grown attached?
Then one day last month, it began to slow down.
I was amazed. I had never had to change the battery before, and so my first thought was, "Oh no! It's sick!"
I quickly recovered after that, but the feeling that I was in the company of an ill friend continued. And I knew that I wouldn't be able to get it fixed until the end of the week when I could actually get off campus. In a sense, it was heartbreaking.
When I was finally able to get to the mall, the first thing I did was drag two of my friends with me to Boscov's to get the battery replaced. I waited anxiously, holding my breath while the sales lady performed her delicate operation. When it was complete, I sighed in relief. My little friend was going to be all right!
The "operation" only cost me $5.30. But it meant so much more than money---I think that at one point, I'd've payed a lot more than that just to see my watch fixed.
So, okay, it is a little strange, but I want my watch and I to be together for a long time to come. We make a good team, my watch and I. I take care of it, and it keeps me on time during my life. It's a symbiotic relationship; one that I want to last for as long as it possibly can.
And who knows? This little thing is so amazing, it may take it another four years before it needs its battery changed again.
Sunday, January 7, 2001
10:48 p.m.
My brother has been on a television binge all throughout winter break, and because it is nearly impossible to escape the television for long, I've been seeing some of the [trashy] tv shows that he watches. If I catch one more episode of Maury Povich, I think that I will scream. Please understand that my house is small enough that one simply cannot avoid passing by the television. It's inevitable and mildly frightening.
And if I may make an observation, Tom Green has an unhealthy obsession with dead animals.
At least by going back to school I'll be able to escape some idiocy. The only thing we usually watch is the Weather Channel in the mornings. (^_^) It does make me wonder about my brother, though. Surely watching all that stuff can rot your brain -- in fact, I can feel some of the mush slopping around inside my head even as I type. I suppose I can stand to lose some of my cognitive abilities, but my brother? I think any engineering major probably needs just about everything that they can get. (^_~)
Thursday, January 4, 2001
12:41 a.m.
I realize that I linked SatireWire's BushBlog on the left, but I just thought I'd mention it by itself. It's funny. If you have a few moments to spare, read it. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.
