.:. *snicker*
Thursday, May 1, 2003 ~ 09:46 a.m.


I wish I'd thought of this in high school.

Fake Letter Sent Vowing Condoms for Prom

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.:. Indeed
Thursday, May 1, 2003 ~ 08:30 a.m.


 On May 2nd, leave the trousers behind.


When I bought my cell phone almost a year ago, I firmly believed that cell phones were representative of a great evil. I still think that, but only because I've become so dependent on it. And that dependency is why I feel naked today. I hate it when I walk out without my cell phone. I feel like I'm going to miss something. Evil...

Leaving for Nashville tonight!

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.:. Told you so
Wednesday, April 30, 2003 ~ 01:46 p.m.


Further proof that if God intended us to take vitamin pills, he'd have made them grow on trees. Sheesh, people. Eat some fruit or something!

The garb making thing was quite successful, thanks mostly to Susie who donated a sewing machne to the cause. I've still got to hem and trim one dress and its overdress needs loops to lace it closed, but I'm in much better shape than I was! I'm rather proud of my handiwork, especially since I didn't have anything even remotely resembling a pattern. *pats self on back* We're still trying to decide if we're leaving tomorrow night or Friday morning.

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.:. Har har har
Wednesday, April 30, 2003 ~ 12:18 p.m.


An engineer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.

The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.

The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want." Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.

Finally, the frog asked, "What's the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, and that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?" The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."

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.:. Eh?
Wednesday, April 30, 2003 ~ 08:32 a.m.


The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Take the
Dante's Inferno Hell Test


I am NOT gloomy! *stamps foot* But I suppose it could have been worse. I may be a malicious tyrant, but at least I'm not a backstabber. ;-)

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.:. A garb-making kind of thing
Tuesday, April 29, 2003 ~ 09:26 a.m.


Thursday night we leave for Beltaine, hosted by Dur-Demarion in Nashville. Four twenty-three hour days full of fun and adventure. And booze. And fighting. Followed by more booze to alleviate the pain from fighting. Right now the weather channel is promising decent weather - low 70s and partly cloudy.

So, for those of you attending, the plan is to meet up tonight at 5 at Jeff's place to make garb and finish weapons. Susie's bringing a sewing machine and we'll all just take turns. I suppose at some point we'll obtain food too. Call Jeff if you have any questions.

Random boring babble: I decided to go into work late today, mostly because I've been trying to convince my brain that crawling out of my eye sockets really isn't what's best for the both of us. It's funny how the stress headaches come AFTER the stress is gone. Of course, it could partly be from lack of sleep - I had the WEIRDEST dreams all night long.

In other news, we had
an earthquake. Kind of neat.

Current Music: 'Away from Me' - Evanescence

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.:. More boring school babble
Sunday, April 27, 2003 ~ 11:11 p.m.


*does a tentative happy dance*

I think it might actually be done. The only thing that's left is the little touches like cover sheets - everything else for BOTH projects appears to be done. I'm almost scared to celebrate for fear that something will prove drastically wrong. Not that I'd be likely to care enough to redo anything, but I'm happier not knowing.

I even managed to squeeze in an hour or so of desperate studying for hydraulics. I'm operating on the assumption that we'll talk Dr. Leonard out of the Water Quality final. After all, the lab people have done twice the design work (a little more, counting the bench scale) in the same amount of time as the rest of the class. We, at least, should be exempt and we're prepared to crusade for this - pitchforks and torches and all.

But now I'm going to go home and get some much-deserved rest. I'd give anything to not have to go into work tomorrow morning, but fortunately coffee has amazing restorative properties.

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.:. Music and anti-music
Sunday, April 27, 2003 ~ 11:19 a.m.


So I showed up at Tech Hall at 11, hoping it would be unlocked and, sure enough, it was. There were only two other cars here and the lab was completely empty when I got here. Perfect. Then someone else showed up. Not a problem - it's a big lab and he didn't seem the noisy type. But then he decided he wanted a little music.

It sounds like cats being tortured. Remember the mice singing in Babe? Yeah. Now imagine that in another language (mostly "waaaah waaaah waaaiiiaaaah") with drums. I'm afraid I don't understand the aesthetic appeal of bleeding eardrums. It must be a cultural thing.

I was reading the
Domesticat's site the other day and she had posted about her trip to Nashville to see someone named Vienna Teng play. Of course, I (like most of the world) had never heard of Vienna Teng, but it sounded like an intriguing name, so I went hunting and found her website with mp3s available. Not bad at all, if not exactly on the order of Tori Amos or anything. If you like piano, you should check her out.

she turns out the light anticipating night falling
tenderly around her
and watches the dusk
the words won't come
she carries the act so convincingly the fact is
sometimes she believes it
that she can be happy the way things are
be happy with the things she's done


Current Music: "waaaah waaaah waaaiiiaaaah eeeeiiiii"

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.:. Help Wanted
Friday, April 25, 2003 ~ 10:20 p.m.


I wish I knew what the hell was wrong with my computer. I thought the problem was just something in Internet Explorer, but apparently it's something deeper than that because Mozilla doesn't work either.

The problem is that I can only access a website after hitting refresh an ungodly number of times and sometimes not at all. I can still use Yahoo Messenger and I can still FTP stuff, but any attempt to open a site is met with "Cannot find server." The Knology guys have no idea what the problem is, although I've reinstalled various versions of IE repeatedly and reset everything else we could think of. Anyone have any ideas on what the issue might be or how to fix it?

Actually, I highly suspect this will never post. Here's trying.

Current Music: 'Tower' - Vienna Teng

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.:. A beautiful day in the neighborhood
Friday, April 25, 2003 ~ 11:31 a.m.


Congrats to Jessica! We shall dance on the graves of our senior design projects together!!!

I talked to my sis last night and we set a date for her to come visit me. I decided yesterday that she didn't really need to be in Cookeville after finals, so I invited her to make the journey to the valley of UAH. It'll only be for a few days (May 16th-18th) but I think it'll do her good. ;-)

So it should have been any easy thing to sit down and crank out our WQ design project last night. And it would have been, if my lab partner were in any shape to actually work. Instead he filleted his hand on a broken glass day before yesterday and can't write or type. To top it off, either he's in too much pain to really concentrate or his pain meds make him loopy. Not that he didn't try to work, but when he kept jostling his hand and started turning white with sweat popping out on his forehead, I decided maybe he needed to go home and dose himself into a stupor. Poor guy. I'm doing the best I can to get everything together.

Not sure how Todd's doing, but I hope it's drier in Kentucky than it is here.

Mmmmmmonkeys!

Current Music: 'Going Under' - Evanescence

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.:. Because everyone else was...
Thursday, April 24, 2003 ~ 11:41 a.m.




Huh? Indecision and I are old buddies. Anyone who's ever seen me in line at Schlotsky's knows this!

So I present myself as supportive with a touch of anger on the side, but really deep down I'm just a nerd. Ah. How...enlightening...

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.:. I think I need a nightlight
Thursday, April 24, 2003 ~ 08:47 a.m.


Over the weekend my sister finished reading Kushiel's Avatar and lent me her copy. I'm about halfway through now and it's so much better than the second book. It's still kind of slow at times, but the plot is starting to really pick up. But I'll tell you what....the scenes with the Drujani gave me nightmares. Not even the scene with Melisande and the flechettes got to me in the first book. This one, though...I made the mistake of reading those chapters before I went to bed last night and I don't think I'll close my eyes for another week. *shudder* Damn good book, though!

The senior design project has been defeated!!!! I have danced on its grave and drunk to its demise! In celebration, I took the rest of yesterday off and saw a great many people who thought I was dead.
Russell, Jared, Jeff, and Jessica were among them. Turns out Russell is leaving to spend the summer in DC, but he'll be back in the fall. Jess, good luck on your presentation today!

And on that note, I leave you with this article to ponder. I probably know a couple people on that list. ;-)

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.:. It is finished. It is done.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003 ~ 03:18 p.m.


I didn't realize how tired I am until I sat down at work. I went to bed at 5:30. I got up at 6, thirty mintues later, got a shower, and went back to school. Small wonder my brain keeps trying to dart off like a frightened rodent.

The presentations actually weren't so bad. There were a lot of engineers who showed up, but they actually had good constructive things to say, so I think we did pretty well. Afterwards a bunch of us went over to Fridays to get lunch and drinks. We figured after all that, we needed the alcohol.

It's been a Murphy kind of day too. Aside from only getting thirty minutes of sleep, I managed to take a good chunk out of my knee shaving, then the plotter ran out of paper and we couldn't find Randy, then I realized we'd left out my section of the paper, then...well...it's just been one of those days.

I'm supposed to turn Hydraulics homework in today. That's not going to happen. I guess I'll try to turn it in tomorrow and hope he understands that assigning homework due the day before a senior design project is inhumane. If he doesn't, then it's just one more sacrifice for the cause.

Anyways, back to work. The faster I get done, the faster I get out of here!

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.:. Why, God, why???
Tuesday, April 22, 2003 ~ 01:56 a.m.


1:56 AM and I'm in Tech Hall finishing up AutoCAD drawings and a paper of a length that truly frightens me. What I want most in the world, besides to go to sleep, is to take these computer lab rolly chairs out into the hallways of Tech Hall and have a roller derby with my design class. But they insist upon finishing the project instead. Go figure.

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.:. Still working
Friday, April 18, 2003 ~ 09:31 p.m.


Back in Tech Hall. I worked from 1:30 until 6:30, then went over to
Todd's for a couple hours. He cooked me dinner! AND he was originally going to bring it to Tech Hall for me, except that I couldn't take another minute of being in this building. Oh yeah, he's cool. Aside from having mashed potatoes nearly shoved up my nose, it was nice and relaxing.

I think I've decided to go home tomorrow. No matter what time I get done here, I want to be home with my family for Easter. It's a holiday and it's tradition. So family it is.

Hope everyone has a good weekend and a Happy Easter!

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.:. Blue screen
Friday, April 18, 2003 ~ 08:57 a.m.


Humans are such a disappointment. If I were God, I'd hit the reset button.

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.:. Too late to be here
Thursday, April 17, 2003 ~ 09:27 p.m.


9:27 PM and I'm still in Tech Hall. While much progress was made on both the projects that are due at the beginning of next week, I'm not sure if it's enough for me to get to go home for Easter. I'd really like to go to Nashville, but at this rate I'll be leaving Huntsville at 6 PM and coming back at 12 the next day. Is it worth it? We'll see how I feel. As stressed as I am, they may not want me to come home.

It's been a very long day. Not bad, really, just long. I think it's time for me to go home and have a drink. While I work a little more on my project. Too bad I still don't have internet access at home.

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.:. Let me recap
Wednesday, April 16, 2003 ~ 09:01 a.m.


Yesterday was actually a pretty good day. I was conned into helping hand out awards at the 10:00 Honors Convocation. I stood on stage for an hour, shuffling through bits of paper and random plaques, while President Franz cracked jokes under his breath to make me laugh. The 2:30 Engineering Honors Thingy was decidedly less organized (like a Chinese firedrill, except not as orderly) and mostly a waste of my time, but at least I got to see Jessica get all her awards. I spent a little time at work, then went to Tech Hall and made pretty decent progress on the CAD drawings for one of my projects. Todd cooked a wonderful dinner for Jackie, Mo, and I, then I sat around his place and finished up a couple sections of my other projects. Todd and I finally got the chance to talk about a little bit of the stuff that's been on our minds, which was a step in the right direction.

So, Tuesday ended pretty well, except for not having water at my apartment. Things are a little better with Todd and I'm at least a few steps closer to being done with all my projects. The outlook for next week isn't quite as hopeless as it once was. Sanity has once again been preserved.

And life goes on.

Worship the duct tape.

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.:. Early morning RANT
Wednesday, April 16, 2003 ~ 07:16 a.m.


Morning radio is truly an amazing phenomenon. The entire concept is one that really shouldn't work as well as it does. Who thought this up? "I know! Instead of playing music, let's give these two idiots a mic and some airtime. Everyone's gonna love it!" All I want is to hear music - that's why I tune into a music station.

The best thing about these morning radio shows is that, like every other person in the world, these guys have opinions. And, much like any other person with their own dedicated space of expression (much like bloggers), these people operate under the belief that their opinion is ABSOLUTE TRUTH and therefore should be expounded upon at great length...rather like I'm doing now. Unfortunately, being as these morning radio hosts aren't exactly drawn from the cream of the intellectual crop, many of them also operate under the pretense that, for the purpose of venting their spleen at groggy morning commuters, trivial things such as FACTS that conflict with their beloved opinions can be suspended. This is irritating even at the best of times, but when they feel compelled to express political opinions, it invariably gets ugly.

Take for instance, the two this morning who were bashing Clinton for stating that American cannot possibly occupy or imprison all its post 9-11 enemies. There's a factual statement if ever there was. But no, that's not true according to these two radio personalities. Apparently theyíre under the impression that America can do whatever it wants, to and beyond the extent of occupying the entire Middle East. They never once took into account the blatant fact that, even if such an action were acceptable, the sheer monetary cost would beggar OUR country. Oh yeah Ė letís hear it for the American dream, buddy.

Then there were the two who went on at length about how Bush is the only thing standing between us and the lines of power-hungry, money-grubbing, evil politicians. Apparently theyíve forgotten the little fact that the office of president isnít generally awarded to the next-door neighbor or the guy from the grocery store. You donít walk off the street and into the White House. No, people become president by outmaneuvering all the other power-hungry, money-grubbing, evil politicians. Just because Bush is dumb doesnít mean heís just a good old boy. Heís not one of us. And if Bush is our last line of defense against his own government, then weíd better rethink the meaning of "defense."

Gah. Opinions are one thing, but flagrant stupidity is another thing entirely. I can tolerate other peopleís opinions if they have facts to back them up, but anything else makes me twitch violently.

So...having decided that morning radio isnít good for my blood pressure, anyone know of any good stations that actually play music?

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.:. And so it begins
Monday, April 14, 2003 ~ 05:10 p.m.


Before you ask, I haven't removed the comments section. Backblog is just having a day off. In fact, the entire
Blogextra site is down. They've probably had evil-moths in the wiring again. I'm sure they'll get things worked out sometime soon.

I just got my ass handed to me by a hydraulics test. Not good. Our prof was standing over us while we were studying all afternoon making comments like: "You should already know this! If you don't know it by now, you shouldn't even bother!" or "This is just so simple, if you don't know this, you're not going to be able to do the test!" He's good at the pep talks, no? :-P

Yeesh, what a day. There was one shining moment of happiness, though, when Dr. Leonard informed us that she was pushing one of our design projects back to April 27th. I don't think I've ever been so relieved in my entire life. It was kind of offset by the revelation that we have a final exam (I'd thought the design was our final), but still...I have a new lease on life.

The downside is that I really really just want to take a break for a little bit. I'm supposed to meet Mo in a few hours to work on CAD drawings, but I'd planned to work until then. Between the hydraulics test and that project being pushed back, I'm strongly tempted to take a little time off and recoup. I'm going to resist the procrastination demons and try to do work.

Must...resist....argh.....

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.:. The pit of despair...
Sunday, April 13, 2003 ~ 11:42 a.m.


...otherwise known as this coming week. Everything in the world is due April 21 and 22. This wouldn't be so bad, except that yesterday I realized that's immediately after Easter weekend, which I had planned to spend in Tennessee. Meaning I have to finish all three design projects sometime this week. *insert insane giggle here*

I sat down yesterday to work on one of my treatment plant designs and after about three hours of work still wasn't getting anywhere significant. I can't work on my senior design project until Josh comes through on the grading for the site. I can't work on my other treatment plant design until my lab partner gets back to me about time to meet to build the bench scale.

To top it off, I'm not currently in the most stable of mindsets. And for no good reason either, except that I've not been allowed to maim people at will. I can't even blame it on hormones or something stupid like that. Nope, I'm just crazy. Behold, I am mood swing girl! Tread lightly or I shall smite thee! Or I'll cry. Both are equally disturbing and to be avoided.

To do: three design papers, one environmental assessment, one bench scale, six AutoCAD drawings, and a hydraulics test on Monday. This is hell week.

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.:. Quizzy goodness
Saturday, April 12, 2003 ~ 03:37 p.m.


Thanks to
Jen for the boredom-relieving quizzes.

The Ice Princess-- Not exactly what anyone would consider a typical Gryffindor. You are brave, and you tend to be a moral person, but most people in general don't understand you, and th
The Ice Princess

What Type of Gryffindor Are You?
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The Illusionist-- Who says that reality has to stay the same? You shape it to your own liking. Calm, not terribly nasty... but then, such
The Illusionist (Let me tell you what is real)

What Type of Slytherin Are You?
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Which Silver Screen Siren are you?

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.:. Same Road - 3 Doors Down
Saturday, April 12, 2003 ~ 12:07 p.m.


She said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you're living in between the lines
And all the stars are sparkling, shine everyday

He said life's so hard to move in sometimes
When it feels like I'm in the line
And no one even cares to ask me why I feel this way

And I know you feel helpless now, and I know you feel, hold on

Thatís the same road, the same road that Iím on

He said lifeís a lot to think about sometimes
When you keep it all between the lines
And everything I want and I want to find one of these days

But what you thought was real in life
It somehow steers you wrong
And now you just keep trying and trying to find out where you belong

And I know you feel helpless now, and I know you feel, hold on
Thatís the same road, the same road that Iím on

What you thought was real in life, somehow steers you wrong
And now you just keep trying and trying to find where you belong
I know you feel helpless now, I know you feel, hold on
Thatís the same, the same road that Iím on


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.:. Muwahahaha!
Friday, April 11, 2003 ~ 09:54 a.m.


When I grow up, I want to be able to
verbally bitchslap people with the same effortless grace Domesticat regularly displays. If I had one half her skill with words and a mere quarter of the venom, I'd be happy. Just beautiful.

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.:. In case the war ends too soon...
Friday, April 11, 2003 ~ 08:24 a.m.


Just when I thought media exploitation of this war couldn't sink any lower, NBC comes along to assure me that there are yet
unconceivable depths to which they will happily dive to get ratings. How disgusting.

Thank God it's sunny again! One more day of bone-chilling drizzle and I'd have gone back to hibernating. I was never meant to operate in cold weather. The colder it gets, the sleepier I get. Molasses for blood.

And it's finally Friday! *does a happy dance*

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.:. Well, look. It's Thursday after all.
Thursday, April 10, 2003 ~ 01:48 p.m.


I am in dire need of caffeine. Between the rain and being bored out of my mind, I'm only a couple eye blinks away from taking a surreptitious snooze right here under my desk.

I survived the horribly pretentious initiation thingy yesterday and had a good time seeing my parents and grandparents. We went out to dinner after the ceremony before they left to return to the northlands (where it was SNOWING). Shortly after their departure, I ended up going bowling with the usual crowd of evildoers. Worship the silver bowling shoes!

I am really starting to look forward to Beltane! I need to make garb, but I'm pretty confident that I can whip something together before it's time. I'll be home just long enough to borrow my mom's sewing machine. I have heard that Jared's been busy making weapons, too. Nothing like two days of beating the living daylights out of each other in the woods to help you recover from a stressful semester!

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.:. Is it Friday yet?
Tuesday, April 8, 2003 ~ 10:07 p.m.


I'm reasonably sure that today was supposed to be Wednesday. In fact, since I thought yesterday was Tuesday all day, it's amazing I made it to all the right classes.

Today started out with the realization that I'd missed an appointment for yesterday afternoon with my advisor. Then I discovered that I'd left all my CD's, including the one with my senior design drawings, in Todd's truck. Once I picked that up from where he works and made the mad dash to class, I realized that had to completely redo a large chunk of one the drawings. Then it was confirmed that I have to take a stinking "social science" class before I can graduate. From there on out, my day didn't get much better.

Still, it wasn't without its high points. Dr. Gilbert's decided not to let the concrete canoe thing drop, thanks to the incredibly detailed email Todd sent out yesterday blasting the CNCCC for failing to uphold their own rules. I also found out that our senior design project is due five days later than I'd thought. Woo.

Jeff is back from Jamaica. And he has dreadlocks. I'm honestly afraid to see pictures. ;-)

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.:. A couple of random things
Monday, April 7, 2003 ~ 11:31 p.m.


Jessica made me promise not to post this until late. But it's out now!

Happy Birthday, Jessica!


Hope you've had a good day. We'll have to torture you properly this weekend.

*sigh* It's not been a happy day. I've been pretty upset since the start and things just never got better. I just feel adrift. Bleh. I'm telling you, prozac would do really well in the water supply. Mixed in with the birth control, of course.

Current Music: 'My Immortal' - Evanescence

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.:. Rant
Monday, April 7, 2003 ~ 11:27 a.m.


You know, it's funny how extremist people are getting over this war. There are so many concepts that the majority of people just can't seem to wrap their brains around. For instance:

You can be anti-war and still be supportive of our troops.
After all, the troops are doing their jobs, no matter how much you disagree with the administration that sent them.

You can be anti-Bush and still be pro-America.
The President is not the country, nor is it required in the Constitution that you should agree with him. That's part of the whole freedom thing, remember?

Anti-war does not mean pro-Saddam.
There are different ways of handling different situations. People who feel that the war could have been handled better, DON'T necessarily think that Saddam should have been left alone.

You can be anti-war and still be patriotic.
Expressing reservations about an unprecedented preemptive attack on Iraq does not equal flag-burning. Love of America does not mean you should hold your tongue when things get a little dicey.

It's not un-American or necessarily anti-war to feel sympathy for the Iraqis.
They are human too. They live in cities not terribly unlike ours. They lead very similar lives on a daily basis. To watch their homes being destroyed and their people being killed should evoke some sympathy in you. If not, then you're not human and probably shouldn't reproduce.

You can be pro-war AND anti-Bush.
That's a real sticking point for some. Just because someone supports the war in Iraq does not mean that they think Bush is God.

Patriotism isn't about worshipping the President or agreeing with the government. The government isn't America and you can love one without the other.

Now why can't more people realize this?!?!

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.:. *yawn*
Monday, April 7, 2003 ~ 09:36 a.m.


"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon.'"

- Chris Rock

You wouldn't think that one hour would make a difference, but oh, it does. I don't think there's a single person in the office today who is motivated to anything more than stare at the walls. Me included.

Between Todd coming home Friday, ASCE ice skating Saturday, and spending yesterday with Jessica, it was a good weekend. I didn't get near as much homework done as I would have liked, so I'm going to have to work extra hard this week and next weekend, but at least it was fun.

My parents and grandparents are coming into town Wednesday afternoon. I'm being inducted into some sort of honors society thingy (not sure what it is exactly) but apparently it's important enough to warrant a trip to Huntsville. *shrug* It'll be nice. They haven't seen my apartment (mostly) fixed up yet.

But anyway, back to staring at the walls...

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.:. Trapped by the fax machine
Friday, April 4, 2003 ~ 02:18 p.m.


I am bored out of my mind. If there was work to do, that'd be one thing, but just sitting here faxing out concrete reports...BLEH. Apparently I missed the part where the rest of the lab staff got to utterly destroy things with bats. That would have been fun.

Todd's back in town! Happiness! I tried to con him into seeing Phone Booth with me tonight, but to no avail. We're going to pick out a funny movie instead and I'll go see Phone Booth another time. On a distantly related note, I'm having trouble deciding if I should buy garb for Beltaine or Season 1 of 24. I think the solution is to make the garb and buy 24, but that's totally dependent upon available free time.

AT&T finally got me switched completely over from Suncom. Since I bought my phone a year ago, I've been lurking in the void between the two companies. I didn't have a valid account number with either of them, thereby stripping me of my rights as a human being, yet somehow received a bill every month. I couldn't pay online, couldn't call for any customer service, and couldn't even access my own account to change the billing address when I moved off campus. Now, they tell me everything should be fixed. Except that I STILL don't have a valid account number, according to their online service, and my voicemail is possessed by Lucifer himself. *shakes fist of rage at AT&T*

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.:. Copycat copycat
Thursday, April 3, 2003 ~ 04:42 p.m.


Saw
E's blog and had to take the test too:

MTBI Test Results

Your personality type is ISTJ.

Introverted (I) 75% Extraverted (E) 25%
Sensing (S) 50% Intuitive (N) 50%
Thinking (T) 80% Feeling (F) 20%
Judging (J) 73% Perceiving (P) 27%

"ISTJs are often called inspectors. They have a keen sense of right and wrong, especially in their area of interest and/or responsibility. They are noted for devotion to duty. Punctuality is a watchword of the ISTJ.

As do other Introverted Thinkers, ISTJs often give the initial impression of being aloof and perhaps somewhat cold. Effusive expression of emotional warmth is not something that ISTJs do without considerable energy loss.

ISTJs are easily frustrated by the inconsistencies of others, especially when the second parties don't keep their commitments. But they usually keep their feelings to themselves unless they are asked. And when asked, they don't mince words. Truth wins out over tact."

Yeah, I'd say that's pretty close to the mark, even if it does make me sound evil.

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.:. Just so you know
Thursday, April 3, 2003 ~ 02:58 p.m.


Jeff, the people on your blog are singuarly responsible for my renewed committment to mass birth control.

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.:. I told you they were dangerous!
Wednesday, April 2, 2003 ~ 11:51 a.m.



Come get your fortune read!
Created by ptocheia

It's bad enough that they have to sit in the trees, waving their squirrelly little nuts at you and plotting world domination. Now, they've come out of the closet AND they've developed a taste for ear wax! They must be stopped!

I'm still pissed off about ASCE. I can't decide which is worse: that the judges lied and the national committee doesn't care, or that FIT's miserable performance at nationals will make UAH look really really bad. It's a toss up.

Maybe I can ship the rabid gay squirrels to FIT?

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.:. Why we're better than them
Tuesday, April 1, 2003 ~ 10:54 p.m.


How much is it worth to FUCK OVER twenty people? I'd really like to know. That way UAH can be the one to write the check next year. We'll have special fundraisers specifically for bribe money. We can pass out flyers to incoming students that read, "Join the ASCE Concrete Canoe Team! Hardly any work required! Just donate and watch us win!" We'll even have special people assigned to wave checkbooks upwind of the judges.

We received the national committee's reply to our protest just a little while ago. They ignored our evidence, brushed aside our concerns, and proclaimed FIT the winner. The made a liar of Dr. Gilbert and four other members of our chapter and they made a liar of me and everyone else who saw FIT fixing their boat Friday night. To top it off, they sent out their reply to every school in the competition in the nation. It was the most succinct "no, fuck YOU" I've received in quite a long time.

I'm not upset that we lost. I'm upset that when presented with the evidence that the judges FLAT OUT LIED, the national committee prefered to sit on its collective ass and do nothing. If it had been UF who got screwed over, I'd still be upset. Why? Because I have principles. If I were a member of FIT's team, I'd step up and say that we'd lost.

I'd rather win a trophy than steal it.

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.:. Poisson D'Avril!
Tuesday, April 1, 2003 ~ 09:39 p.m.


I didn't play a single practical joke today. Not a one. I didn't even get the chance to plant the "I Love Truckers" bumper sticker I bought for Mo's truck. And no jokes were played on me, except for the very real one where I somehow ended up being elected Secretary of the Engineering Student Council (but only after I begged off President *shudder*). Given the people I work and associate with on a regular basis, I'm rather suprised that I was neither the victim nor the accomplice in any type of practical joke. It makes me wonder.

Current Music: 'Make Up Your Mind' - Theory of a Deadman

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