.:. Who wants to go to Equinox?
Monday, July 22, 2002 ~ 08:58 a.m.

Dur Demarion is hosting Equinox September 26-29. I wasn't exactly planning on going, seeing as Dagorhir in Huntsville has kind of been dropped to make room for more important things, but now I think I might actually go. I may not fight (or at least try to fight) in any of the battles, but it's fun to just sit back and watch the carnage. Kimberly and Sonny will probably be there and I can probably convince at least one or two Huntsville people to go. It's only in Nashville, so there's really no excuse NOT to go, especially since I'll have Fridays off this fall.

Speaking of the fall, I've been trying to work out what times I'll be available to work around my classes. It looks like I'll be working Monday and Wednesday mornings and Fridays until 4. Bleh. I HATE 8AM. I still have figure out when I'll fit in practice and stuff, but it's already becoming pretty clear that I'll have to watch how I manage my time. I try and pull another semester like last spring and I might as well just jump off of CCRH now. ;-) But it shouldn't be too bad. After all, I'm taking three of my five classes as Pass/Fail. Talk about reducing stress levels!

Well, today is definitely a Monday. Actually, I think yesterday was probably a Monday too. ;-) Time to go forth and conquer the Monday!

.:. It's going to be an interesting week.
Sunday, July 21, 2002 ~ 09:40 p.m.

Well, between the Changeling Game, the Camarilla Game, and the cookout at Deb's house this afternoon, this weekend has been pretty enjoyable. The Cam Game was finally fun again and got me looking forward to SERE. Which is good since Wednesday through Sunday of this next week will consist mostly of me running around being a good little ACC and gaming in between shifts. It's ever so much better to be a willing victim.

I just got off the phone with my sis. (It was good talking to you, EB!) She's having issues with parental units, specifically said parental units' attachment to their offspring. *grin* I keep telling her it gets better with time...

My roommates both went out of town for the weekend. When I got back from Deb's around 7:30, Kristen was back. I was in the kitchen when Tameka got back a little bit later. She didn't even make it through the door before she declared that we all needed to sit down and have a roommate meeting. We set the time for tomorrow night and then she stalked off into her room. I'm glad that we're all going to sit down and talk since I've got a couple points to raise with her and Kristen, but I can't help but feel as if I'm the one being accused of something. For some reason, ever since she moved in I have felt incrediably unwelcome in my own apartment and I haven't done a damn thing to deserve the treatment that makes me feel that way. I just hope that we can all work this out reasonably, although I'm still kind of pissed that I was never consulted about Tameka moving in.

*sigh* Ah well. It's been a good weekend. We'll see what happens tomorrow.

Current Music: 'Prospero's Spell' - Loreena McKennitt

.:. Form D-11 anyone?
Friday, July 19, 2002 ~ 08:57 a.m.

"The government has unveiled more details of its Terrorist Information and Prevention System (TIPS), a plan to recruit volunteers across the country who will keep tabs on dubious or suspicious behavior." "Volunteers would report the activity to law enforcement via the Internet or by telephone. The government also has set up a site where people can offer their services to Citizen Corps, a White House-backed community-based volunteer network that includes the TIPS program."

Am I the only one who is slightly creeped out by this? Citizen Corps? Why not just call it the Committee for State Security? Or maybe the Gestapo, whichever you prefer. Both are shining examples of what a national volunteer spy network has the potential to become.

I have to say that the terrorists really have won this one. They have got us so spooked that we're actually willing to seriously consider this nonsense. Imagine the pre-9/11 hue and cry that would have gone up if something like this had been proposed. Are we so beaten that we'll allow the very freedoms that set us apart to be stripped away one by one? I'm all for increased security measures, but things seem to be getting out of hand.

What do you think?

.:. I guess I've mentioned that I hate roommates.
Thursday, July 18, 2002 ~ 11:01 p.m.

This is getting very old very quickly. Every night this week, my roommates have kept me awake while they shriek and yell at the TV and each other. Every night I go in and tell them to be quieter and they keep right on not listening. I have come to the conclusion that ebonics, much like Chinese, must be spoken at an unreasonably high volume in order to communicate effectively. This unfortunately results in significant hearing loss, judging from the volume of the TV. The really really shitty thing about my roommates staying up late is that they're slow to get moving in the morning. The last three mornings, I've gotten up to get my shower and one of them is in the bathroom until 7 or 7:15. She'd rather be late to work (and make me late in the process) than shut the hell up and go to bed at a decent time. I hate having people screw with my morning routine, especially when they've already kept me awake later than I wanted to be. I think the only solution is to move my TV and VCR into my bedroom. Well, homicide is solution too, but simply moving the TV won't result in prison sentences.

*sigh* Moving to my own apartment is looking better and better every day.

.:. *sigh*
Thursday, July 18, 2002 ~ 10:47 a.m.

"The incident, caught on amateur video, is seen by civil rights activists as having racist overtones because the officer is white and the teen-ager black."

I think I'm going to make sure that "civil rights activists" are the first on my list of people to be sterilized once I take over the world and begin my stupidity-reducing programs. When are people going to learn? If you resist the cops, it doesn't matter what race you are, they're perfectly justified in beating your ass into submission. Being black doesn't mean you have the right to resist a police officer. Anyone who thinks that it does is retarded and probably should be evicted from the gene pool as soon as possible. *pause* I don't think I can make my opinion much clearer.

Whee, paint fumes. I'm in a little back office with no windows at the end of a hallway in which they are painting doors. All the fumes have collected back here with me and I'm working on one hell of a headache. Suprisingly, though, I've gotten a lot done. Wheeeeee.....

I finally got my cell phone yesterday. I think I'll eventually get used to the convenience of being able to call anyone or have anyone call me no matter where I am. There have been several times over the last week where it would have been so much easier to have a cell phone. For now, though, I still fear the electronic leash.

Anyways, now I have to type up some sort of a brief skecth about myself for the lab files. It sounds pretty retarded to me, so I think I'll just throw up my resume instead. Hopefully that will work for the pupose intended.

Heee....Brown Construction is in charge of building Color Express. That's funny. :-) Whee, paint fumes....

.:. Only 45 mins left!
Wednesday, July 17, 2002 ~ 11:52 a.m.


Intuition. Insight. Emotions. Feelings.
Take the quiz.


What a silly quiz. But the picture is pretty.

Hopefully I'll be able to get my cell phone today. I went in Monday and was told that I was required to put down a $500 deposit because my car loan is only three months old and can't count as credit. Screw that. I ended up getting my parents to sign on it. Not necessarily a good thing, but required, at least for the moment. Sheesh, talk about a way to eliminate the huge potential market of students here in town.

I finished up my new blog design last night. Sometime in the next couple weeks I'll be moving over to ClubTodder.com and bidding farewell to Pitas. Unfortuantly, I know nothing about Greymatter, so I need the help of Geof who is currently smack in the middle of his own site redesign. *grin* It could be a while, but eventually everything will be sorted out.

Whee, only 40 mins to go now!

Current Music: 'Fell In Love With A Girl' - White Stripes

.:. It takes all kinds....but I don't think they meant Muppets
Tuesday, July 16, 2002 ~ 08:50 a.m.

Now, I love Muppets as much as the next person - actually probably more - but the idea of an HIV positive Muppet is just strange. I suppose we should have seen it coming with the advent of the handicapped Muppet and the multi-cultural Muppet, but given the stigma attached to HIV, it's just an odd concept to foist off onto some of the most beloved characters from our childhoods. I guess I understand the idea behind it. I suppose when it's an every day fact of life (and in South Africa, it is), having something to relate to on television is helpful to children born with HIV. But still, it's just strange.

The way I see it, Sesame Street has always been educational for kids while being happy and upbeat. There is none of the violence you see in other kids shows and it's just an all-around healthy thing for kids to watch. Agrravating to the parents, but healthy nonetheless. To introduce such a serious concept as HIV to children so young is wrong and decidedly not healthy. Kids have plenty of time between childhood and adulthood to learn about all the bad things that can happen in the world and there's no point in introducing young children to it so soon. But I guess in South Africa, it's so normal that while it may be teribly sad, they've already been confronted with it. I don't think it would be a good idea to air in the US, but I guess it will work elsewhere.

Still I can't help but wonder, if we introduce HIV Muppet, what's next? Cancer Muppet? Downs Syndrome Muppet? Schizophrenia Muppet? Born-without-arms-because-Mommy's-a-crack-whore Muppet? I mean, there is a limit as to how PC you can be. We can't possibly accomodate every single race, nationality, or disablility and I kind of resent the mentality that makes us try. But that's a discussion for another day.

Uhm...right. Back to work.

.:. I loathe rude people.....
Monday, July 15, 2002 ~ 11:17 p.m.

Either I have been cursed with very rude or very dense roommates. They are watching a show in the living room, VERY loudly. It's 11:15 at night and I have to get up at 6. Just a minute ago, I walked past them and very pointedly said goodnight. Apparently either they didn't get the message to shut the hell up or they just don't care. Either way, it's pissing me off. *pauses and grits teeth as particuarly loud screams echo through the apartment* Okay, time to go tell them to can it.

Back from that. Mission partly succesful. The TV is quiet, but they're still squeaking. Ah well, partial success is better than none.

And while I'm ranting, I think I should just mention how depressing it is to have a whole very important part of my life be ignored. I know why and I understand how awkward things can be. I'm not accusing and I'm not blaming and I'm not saying it can be different right now. I'm just saying that it's depressing and that if you're not interested in a major part of my life, don't be suprised when I'm gone a lot of the time. Please, I'm already stretched way too thin to have people constantly informing me of just how bad a person I am. I already know and probably better than you anyway. I regret a lot of what I haven't done these last few months.

And it's time for bed before I really get started.

.:. The Longest Blog Quiz Ever, continued!
Monday, July 15, 2002 ~ 10:00 a.m.

Hrm. This quiz is starting to get a little boring. Here's the next section.

Favorites...

85. Shampoo: Herbal Essence, although I can never seem to find the bottle that includes the instant harem.
86. Toothpaste: I'm a Crest kid!
87. Soap: Plain old Dial soap. It doesn't float, it sinks. It doesn't have any pansy moisture crap. It's just soap.
88. Type of soup: Potato leek. Preferably with brown bread, a castle, and a few minstrels. ;-)
89. Room in your house: Our playroom. Come on, any room with five computers running is just fun.
90. Instrument: I love piano but I'm also a sucker for cello.
91. Color: Blue and purple. But not on my skin.
92. Animal: Cats are the most perfect form of carbon based life
93. Beer: Free
94. Liquor: Peach Schnapps
95. Soda: Sonic's cherry limeade
96. Food: I have two X chromosomes. Do you have to ask?
97. Book: The Honor Harrington series. The best Sci-fi series ever written, hands down.
98. Author: This is a toss up between Tolkien, Weber, and Lewis.
99. Poet: I like Robert Frost, but I generally despise poetry. Poets are usually either sappy or depressed, both of which make me vomit.
100. Band: I have absolutely no idea.
101. CD: At the moment, Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes
102. Song: Way too many to list here.
103. Movie: See above.
104. TV Show: Farscape! Any show with muppets is just damn cool. ;-)
105. Anime: Fushigi Yuugi...they have sexy monks! Now where did I put that Magic Shell......
106. Other Country: Ireland to visit and Burma to conquer.
107. State: I've very partial to North Carolina and Virginia as far as scenery.
108. Movie genre: Sci-fi and action. Gratuitous explosions are good.

Either/Or...

109. Coffee or hot chocolate? I think I already answered this one.
110. Big or little? *snicker* And just what are referring to here?
111. Lace or satin? Satin, duh.
112. New or old? New
113. Neve Campbell or Jennifer Love Hewitt? Die screaming.
114. Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt? Brad Pitt because Snatch is a freakin' awesome movie!
115. Vogue or Material Girl? I'm a dinosaur! Grr!
116. Jeans or cords: Jeans. Always jeans.
117. Sweater or sweatshirt? Depends on which one is softer and warmer and if it's mine or one I stole from Todd.
118. T-shirt or tank top? Tank top!
119. Skirt or dress? Jeans
120. Wool or cotton? Wool is itchy! And I never trust the sheep not to come back pissed off.
121. Rose or Lily? I love lilies, but I'm a sucker for a rose. It's silly, I know, but I'm just girly enough to melt for roses.
122. The way it is or the way it was? The way it will be.....as soon as I rule the world!

In the last 24 hours, have you...

123. Cried? Surprisingly, no.
124. Helped someone? *wince* Uh, no, I walked over the guy's prone body and kept going. But the cops showed up a few minutes later, so I don't feel so bad.
125. Bought something? A movie ticket and a milkshake at Denny's.
126. Gotten sick? Okay, so maybe the milkshake was a bad idea.
127. Gone to the movies? Punchbuggy!
128. Gone out for dinner? Well, Todd and I hit Tellini's yesterday for lunch....
129. Said "I love you"?: Repeatedly :-)
130. Written in a journal? Two journals, in fact! Go me!
131. Talked to someone you have a crush on? Don't have a crush on anyone, so no.
132. Had a serious talk? No. I try to avoid being serious very often. I think it makes you older quicker.
133. Missed someone? YES!!!! Pain in my ass....
134. Hugged someone? Not enough.
135. Fought with your parents? No, we had a very nice conversation about my grandparents' new house.
136. Fought with a friend? Only if you include me trying to kick Jeff in the head (and damn near succeeding, if it hadn't been for Jared) after he tried to stuff the condom that he'd hung on my car antenna down my pants.

Okay, time to get back to work.

.:. More than you ever wanted to know.
Sunday, July 14, 2002 ~ 04:19 p.m.

Well, I'm bored, so here ya go: The Longest Blog Quiz EVER!!!

1. What is your name: Sarah, but you may address me as Your Greatness
2. What is your quest?: The extermination of stupidity and the addition of birth control to the water supply.
3. How are you?: Cold. Freakin' cold.
4. Would you ever eat sushi?: Not voluntarily. But if it's for the good of humanity...
5. Would you ever eat sushi off a naked body?: Now who's naked body are we referring to here? I mean, I don't like sushi, but there are some opportunities you just can't pass up.
6. Sexual Preference?: Girls me no likey!
7. Bondage?: Makes good advertisement boards in the dorms.
8. What were you in a past life?: Mrrowr?
9. I punch you. Quick, what do you do?: Scratch. Bite. Hiss.
10. When confronted with Brittany Spears, you...?: Scratch. Bite. Hiss.
11. What's your favorite coffee?: Hot chocolate.
12. What's your political perspective?: Punish the people who need it and leave the rest of us alone.
13. Are you my Angel?: Uh...of course. Horns? What horns? Those aren't horns, they're....uh...
15. What do you wanna be when you grow up?: A Bene Gesserit Muppet.
16. There's a naked man in your living room, what do you do?: Well, if it's someone I don't know, probably hit him on the head with something heavy. And then call the cops. Then, depending on what he looks like, I just might fix some sushi.
17. How stupid do you think you are?: We all have our blonde days.
18. How stupid do other people think you are?: First impression or after I rip their nuts off?
19. Who the hell do you think you are?: Am I wrong?
20. Is the Wonderbra good or bad?: That's a draw. On one hand, I'm happy having tiny boobs because guys actually meet my eyes. On the other, the thought of reminding people every now and again that I'm a girl does have some potential.
21. If you could levitate, who would you scare first?: Scare? Who would I spy on is the correct question.
22. What's your favorite fruit?: Peaches, strawberries, and nectarines.
23. Can you feel the love tonight?: Errr...
24. On a nude beach, you would?: Feel the love? No, probably just massive sunburn.
25. Make up a story with yourself, a bridge, and a bunny: Mercenary rabbits are some of the most heartless rodents you'll ever meet. You don't want to know what I endured while in their clutches. No one should have to live through that, much less read it.
26. What do you think about contemporary art?: I fully intend to sell my firstborn's finger paintings to art galleries and then laugh at all the pretentious snobs.
27. Do you like being naked?: Yes indeed. Just not in front of people.
28. If we had proof God didn't exist, what would happen?: It would be printed in a tabloid next to an article about a man whose cow Bessie is really Elvis reincarnated and people would continue to kill each other over whose religion is better.
29. Do you enjoy cheeze whiz?: Cheese. In a can. I'm sorry, but CHEESE was never meant to be in a CAN.
30. What's your position on virginity?: Brittany Spears is a hobag.
31. On civil unions: Say what?
32. On RuPaul: Why do transvestites have such horrendous taste?
33. On mosquito bites: God has a lot to answer for.
34. On bad sitcoms: Entertaining in that you can literally feel your intelligence draining away.
35. On Fran Drescher: She's amazing. The only woman who can simultaneously cause me to bleed freely from both my eyes and my ears.
36. Are you left handed or right handed?:Right handed.
37. Are you smart?: Is this a trick question?
38. What's your middle name?: I have cool initials. :-P
39. How many personalities do you have?: Only one, but I got a really good deal on it!
40. How many piercings do you have?: Two, one in each ear. Not to say that I wouldn't like more.
41. What was your first word?: Baby
42. Are you superstitious?: For the last time, kissing the roof of the car under a yellow light really does make the light stay yellow longer!
43. Do you read your horoscope?: It cracks me up.
44. Do you believe in that stuff?: Nope. But it's funny.
45. Can you do a cartwheel?: Yep, although I haven't tried in a while...
46. Do you have contact lenses?: Yep
47. Do you have a retainer or braces?: A retainer I'm supposed to sleep in. I have no idea where it is.
48. Can you drive?: Despite the estrogen, yes, I'm actually a very competent driver.
49. Do you snore?: *rolls eyes* Not that I know of. I've never quite been able to stay awake to hear myself sleep.
50. Do you drool in your sleep?: Occasionally. Usually only when I fall asleep in class so I can look as retarded as possible.
51. Do you lick your envelopes?: Yep, and they aren't even special envelopes.
52. Do you keep a journals?: Well, besides this blog, yes. After all, how else would I keep sane?
53. Do you like onions?: Yes! Especially with sharp cheddar cheese.
54. Do you like cotton candy?: Mmmm. Hyper on a stick.
55. What instruments can you play?: Piano
56. Do you like to dance?: Yes. I always dance. I can't not move.
57. Do you like to sing?: Definitely!
58. Are you any good at it?: I'm not tone deaf.
59. Do you like to talk on the phone? No. I loathe phones.
60. Do you like where you live?: Aside from the institutional look and the cockroaches who are big enough to routinely rob me of my lunch money, SECH isn't so bad.
61. Are you organized? Help! I'm drowning in the stack of three-year old school papers!!!!!
62. Do you sleep with socks on?: I have to. I'm not called the Ice Bitch for nothing.
63. Are you shy?: Only around people I don't know.
64. Do you talk to yourself?: Constantly. And I argue. Most of the time, I win.
65. Are you a morning person?: Emphatically no. My morning routine starts with a crash course in my name, location, and detailed directions to the shower.
66. Are you a virgin?: Eh?
67. Are you proud of that?: I'm pretty sure it doesn’t matter.
68. Do you believe in reincarnation? Mrrowr?
69. Do you believe in God?: You look at this world and you look at the people in it and you can't help but believe there is a God. You also can't help but believe He must be very very disappointed in us from time to time.
70. Do you believe in ghosts?: Yes
71. Do you believe in Bigfoot?: Believe in him? Hell, I KNOW him.
72. How old do you wish you were? 6
73. What will you name your daughter? Rhiannon, unless my husband comes up with something better.
74. Son? I've always liked the name Michael.
75. Have you ever thought you were gonna die?: Yes. Been completely convinced of it, in fact.
76. Where do you wanna go?: Back to Ireland.
77. Been kissed? Often and well.
78. Done drugs? I'm so drug free I got a Fig Newton on the "What Drug Are You Most Like?" quiz. I'm weird enough without them, thanks.
79. Eaten an entire box of Oreos? Not yet.
80. Been on stage? I danced and sang until I came to UAH.
81. Dumped someone else? As opposed to myself?
82. Gotten in a car accident? Yep, but my car didn't get so much as a scratch. The girl who rear-ended me didn't come out quite so well. Let's hear it for trailer hitches.
83. Watched "Punky Brewster"? Of course!
84. Been in love? Yes. :-)

Wait! There's more! This thing continues on up to #159. But I think I'll finish it another day. After all, I'm not that interesting and I'm sure you all have much better things you could be doing. ;-)

Current Music: 'Smaoine' - Enya

.:. Ever have that feeling?
Sunday, July 14, 2002 ~ 03:05 p.m.

I know there's something I should be doing, but I just can't think of it. There's about a thousand small things I could be doing that need to be done, like laundry, or balancing my checkbook, or cleaning my room, or any other of the myriad of small chores that await me. But it seems like there's something important that I'm supposed to have on my calendar for today. I hope not and if there was, I apologize to whoever it concerns for forgetting.

Mike and I are going to catch a movie tonight. Theoretically it was actually arranged by Jessica to be a group thing and Mike invited me along, but it remains to be seen as to who will actually show up. I've been trying to call Jess for a while now, but it's busy. Either Greg forgot to pay their phone bill or she's talking to her mom. ;-) If no one else comes, at least Mike and I will have fun. So nyuh! *grin*

And boredom sets in. I suppose I could always take care of some of those chores, but I think I'd rather kick back in bed and see if I can't get rid of this persistant tension headache I've had all day. See, this is why I like Sundays - excusable laziness! Any other day I could be mocked for deciding to take a nap at 3 in the afternoon after a good night's sleep. But not today!

Current Music: 'We Are' - Vertical Horizon

.:. Rain. Lots of rain.
Saturday, July 13, 2002 ~ 7:30 PM

Well, thanks to the weather and the usual lack of human interest, the Paddle-a-thon flopped big time. Only about seven people came out. Everyone else looked out at the clouds and pussed out. Suprisingly we still managed to raise either about $600 or $1600, depending on whether or not another donor comes through. We were also on the news tonight. Amazingly enough, they managed to splice together something usable (albeit short) out of my incoherant, terrified babbling.

Okay, I need to rant for just one minute. We were late advertising the Paddle-a-thon to companies, but we were right on time advertising to students. Not that I expected them to show up - after all, students are generally a lazy and apathetic lot. I know because I am one. That doesn't bother me. What bothers me are the people (companies and individuals) who say, "A Paddle-a-thon? Well, good luck!" I mean, it's all well and good to wish us luck, but everyone settles for that instead of showing up. They wish us luck to be polite, but it's so damn insincere that it's really starting to get to me. I just wish people would say what they mean, which is really, "A Paddle-a-thon? No way in hell I'd want to go, but here's hoping some other poor shmuck will show up instead. Now go away." If they'd just say that, I'd be a little irritated, but at least we'd be on even ground. *sigh*

EB, I hope you Jeff, and Sara are having fun! Hopefully I'll catch you tomorrow night and we can talk while I'm actually coherant and awake. ;-) Oh, and if you haven't seen the pics from Laura's wedding yet, here's one of our cousins I thought was funny. Andrew looks especially manical.

*yawn* Anyways, I was hoping for another nice storm tonight to fall asleep to, but Mother Nature, as always, is rather perverse and the weather seems to have finally cleared. At least it's been a pretty evening.

Current Music: 'Good' - Better Than Ezra

.:. I'll have to set the building on fire.
Thursday, July 11, 2002 ~ 09:18 p.m.

It's been a long day.

And they took my Swingline.

I'm not kidding! They really did! I came into work the other day and the brand new Swingline stapler I'd just gotten was gone. Bastards. ;-) I finally managed to track it down today in the lab, and no, I did NOT set the building on fire. Why not? Well, usually they fire you for that sort of thing.

However, if the people outside my room don't stop screaming, I'm not particarly opposed to a little burning at the stake. Hrm. Definitely anger welling up. Turning to the Dark Side as we speak. Must....go....maim....

Current Music: 'Horseshoes' - Moxy Fruvous

.:. It's a conspiracy
Wednesday, July 10, 2002 ~ 09:40 a.m.

Why is it that the number pad on a computer in in descending order from the top and the number pad on phones and fax machines in is ascending order? And for that matter, why can't ducks burp?

Well, because of the huge report I had to finish up Friday and Monday, I'm backed up with about three days of work here. Why am I posting? Oh, right. That's because our thrice-damned server is down AGAIN. I say give up on the comp techs and call in a priest. With the server down, I can't access any of the lab or concrete databases, meaning all I can do is fax old reports. Since each report goes out to three or four different companies, and this decrepit fax machine can only fax to one number at a time, it takes quite a while to work my way through a stack. I've got people hounding me from all sides wanting their data and I can't even start work on the sky-high pile on my desk. Grrr.

One of my coworkers just left my office. He stood here and talked to me for somewhere around 10 minutes and I really had no idea what he said. He never really makes much sense so after the first few seconds I usually start tuning him out. I never noticed him leaving, but I looked up and he was gone. Ah well. ;-)



I am a dinosaur! Grr!!!!

Current Music: the Auburn University student radio station...why? because I'm bored

.:. I just don't get it
Tuesday, July 9, 2002 ~ 06:39 p.m.

You know, it continues to amaze me how a city with three colleges in it can have an entire commercial and corporate world that neither cares nor really knows anything about said colleges. It's like we don't even exist. Most college towns have businesses that organize activities for students or that give students a discount. We have approximately four. Maybe five. Make it four and a half. And when we call these companies and businesses trying to create interest in supporting a team that has won their national competition more than any other school in the nation, the best we get is "Oh. Riiight. Well. Maybe another time."

Honestly, I don't see why it is so hard for an engineering firm to come up with $100 or so and to donate it to an engineering society. The way I see it, for a miniscule fraction they not only get free advertisment but they also get the opportunity to advertise at UAH to the people who will be looking for jobs in a very short time. If I were a small engineering firm, I'd want to get my name out and get people interested. And if a club came along and offered me that opportunity, I think I'd jump on it. *sigh* I guess I just don't get it.

I also don't understand why people in my club are incapable of looking up phone numbers for themselves. It's like they expect me to hold their hands throughout this whole thing. Sheesh, I never expected to have babysit everyone in this club, especially since most of them are plenty older than me!

Hrm. Now this is a pretty picture. Gotta love APOD.

I spent most of the afternoon calling companies. 19 of them to be exact. Fortuantly, Todd saved me from further torture and took me out to dinner. Oh yeah, he's a good guy. *grin*

Anyways, it's not even 8PM yet, but I think I'm about to head to bed. I've been completely exhausted all day even though I got plenty of sleep. I'm pretty sure it means I've been abducted by aliens...or something.

Current Music: 'Rinse' - Vanessa Carlton

.:. Don't believe everything you read!
Monday, July 8, 2002 ~ 02:11 p.m.

No matter what they say, Campell's Quality Soup Mix is still essentially dressed-up, more expensive Ramen. Hence the reason why I haven't bothered with a bowl. Ramen should always be eaten directly out of the pot (or in this case, microwave-safe mixing bowl) it's cooked in, as per college tradition - preferably holding the spoon like a shovel while mindlessly gazing at the TV. Ah well, one out of three ain't bad. Of course, now I know I have to go to the store. No breakfast food, and now reduced to Ramen-stuff.

I've been puttering around for the last two hours trying to contact people about the Paddle-a-thon ASCE is hosting this Saturday and I've not been having much success. First company I called has only two reps here in Huntsville, so we're going to have to contact their corporate office in Houston, TX. Second one, no one's answering the phone. I called the legal people here on campus to clear the activities we've got planned and they haven't called back yet. The University event planner hasn't called me back either. At least Foster Wheeler Environmental was interested. I actually had a contact there, a guy I met at the ASCE awards banquet last spring. I actually managed to find his card after all this time! I keep every one I get because I never know when they might come in handy. Like now.

Yesterday I was finally was able to confirm that Jessica is still alive. Jeff, Mike, Pat, Jared, and I all went over to Greg's apartment last night to see Jess and eat fried chicken. We started out watching the end of Dogma, but once that was over things devolved into a huge ice fight. I now have a very impressive array of bruises and scratches, as I'm sure do both Jared and Jess. In the course of the fight, we destroyed most of Greg's apartment, but I'm sure we'll get it cleaned up before he gets home from Wisconsin....

Still, I'm willing to bet that for all my bumps and bruises, I don't have anything on Todd, who last night had the misfortune to discuss physics with a hockey puck moving somewhere around 80 mph. He got clobbered right over his eye and, from what he said, now has a pretty nasty gash with a nice swollen eye to show for it. At least for his sake he didn't get hit in the teeth, because then I could tease him mercilessly about dentures. *grin* Old man!

I was going to run out to Pearle Vision today and drop off my glasses to be fixed. Todd's puppy, Dakota, got ahold of them (yes, the brand new ones) and chewed up one of the lenses. I can still see out of them, but it's annoying as hell. However, I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow because now I'm waiting on three separate phone calls. Reminds me why I like email. Also reminds me that I need to go get a cell phone soon. *cringe* Talk about dragging me kicking and screaming. I guess it's inevitable, though, since my only other anti-cell phone compatriot (*cough*Mike*cough*) has finally succumbed to the evil.

Current Music: 'Complicated' - Avril Lavigne

.:. Things are looking up
Friday, July 5, 2002 ~ 09:10 p.m.

Well, I had a whole list of things I was supposed to do this afternoon. Instead of doing them, I ended up staying at work trying to finish up a project that was due today. I didn't get it finished, but I got damn close. A minor miracle, considering that I had to hand-calculate 56 hydrometer readings AFTER the server was down for most of the morning. Whee. After work, I talked to Todd and we decided to go see Men in Black II tonight. I went out, grabbed tickets for the 10:20 show, stopped by the Ice Plex to let him know what time, then skipped over to Deb's to let her know that I can't make the car wash tomorrow morning. She wasn't there and Tiffany and Spencer were leaving, so I headed over to Pat's. We decided to go to Tellini's for dinner, stopped by to pick up Jeff, and immediately both of them remembered that they were supposed to meet for Chinese for dinner. So we hopped back across town to grab Chinese and ended up watching the first part of Bad Boys over at Pat's. Today's just a Will Smith day, I guess. I just finished cleaning up my room (I can walk in here now!) and in a few minutes I'll be leaving for the movie. Woo hoo, it's been a long day. At least the second half of it has much improved from the first.

One of my coworkers found this blog today right after I'd finished my little temper tantrum from this morning. I'm pretty sure he thinks I need psychiatric help. Everyone has a bad day, it's just not usually preserved for everyone to see. On one hand, he thinks I'm a nut. On the other hand, that's one more person sucked into the blogging world. See, that's how it starts...you read one, then a few more, and before you know it, you've got one of your own and coworkers are thinking you're crazy. It's all part of the plan.

Current Music: 'If You Could Only See' - Tonic

.:. Dammit!!!!!!!
Friday, July 5, 2002 ~ 10:32 a.m.

*seeths* I am so goddamned sick of being treated as if I were too stupid to find my way out of a wet paper bag, much less be trusted with anything important. Maybe it's just the way I present myself to the world that makes people automatically assume I am completely incapable of organized thought. Maybe, if I acted like a pessimistic bitch all the time instead of being cheerful and happy, people would stop talking down to me like I'm a two year old. Could that be the key?

Look, it's your right to think what you want, but this is an official SCREW OFF to you all. Oh, and the next person who pats me on the head, literally or figuratively, and implies that I just shouldn't worry my pretty little head will leave with their balls stuffed up their nose, I swear to God. Just try me.

Ahem. Well, now I feel better. You'll all be happy to know that I'm done whining for now. Time to get back to work.

.:. Now what am I doing here?
Friday, July 5, 2002 ~ 08:25 a.m.

Honestly, if a big holiday falls on a Thursday, Friday should be given off too. *grin* Wouldn't that be nice? There's nothing worse than thinking that you're free for a weekend of fun, only to have to drag yourself back into work the next morning. Well, there is, but work's still no fun!

Yesterday was actually a pretty decent day. I helped Todd move most of the day, even though my inability to wake up at 7AM on a holiday resulted in us getting started a little later than he'd intended (sorry 'bout that!). Now he's mostly moved over to CT3. This is not to be confused with actually being moved in as most of his stuff is still sitting in boxes. But at least all the big furniture is over and in the house.

After a fun-filled day of moving, we were then invited over to Kat and Sean's for dinner. Once that was done and the usual Kat vs. Todd banter had been exchanged, we all headed over to the house so that Kat, Sean, Jessica, and Rick could meet the puppy sluts and stop by a fireworks stand or two on the way back out to Amy and Jeff's house. I love watching fireworks, but sparklers are truly fascinating. I bought four boxes of sparklers, which turned out to be rather silly variants of the breed. Fortunately, Amy and Jeff had some better ones left over from last year that were sufficient to entertain us once the crummy ones had run out. They also happened to have a great many left over bottle rockets. When added to the ones we bought on the way out, we probably had enough bottle rockets to seriously consider opening our own fireworks stand. After discovering the limit to how many could be set off simultaneously, those quickly became rather boring, but the flaming balls *snicker* were quite entertaining, as was the three-person water balloon launcher. Any holiday involving explosives is good in my book.

EB, I'm sorry about the stupid boy head. *hugs* I guess that means you need a care package. With lots of stickers. Oh yes. Stickers are the key to every care package because they're instant happy. Especially if they have fuzzy ducks or something equally charming.

The servers are down at work today, so we're stuck doing nothing until they get them fixed. I'm just finishing up faxing all the concrete reports out. I really can't figure out WHY this one company keep answering their damn fax line. I fax stuff to it every day, yet for some reason today they've answered it no fewer than four times. *sigh* People are dumb.

It's Friday!!!!!!

Current Music: '1000 Miles' - Vanessa Carleton

.:. Like a long-tailed cat...
Tuesday, July 2, 2002 ~ 11:13 AM

Wow, but I've been on edge for the last few days. It's been all I can do just to keep myself from ripping into people around me. Every little thing seems like it's directed soley at me and I have to keep telling myself that no one means anything and that I'm overreacting. Fortunately everyone seems to be oblivious to the fact that I'm about to pounce with murderous intent. Been doing a lot of quiet seething this week. I'm pretty sure it's just residual stress from being around my family all weekend. I love them, but no one drives me crazier than my mother's family. I didn't like being 9 years old the first time around and now that I'm 20 I really despise being treated as if I'm lacking in even the common sense possesed by a small water fowl. Not to mention all my other shortcomings. I'm back in Huntsville now, but I'm still ready to eviscerate anyone who even looks to be questioning my intelligence. I think until I calm down, I should just go and lock myself in my room with lots of chocolate and a couple good books.

It's extremely cold here at work today. Apparently the thermostat gnomes have been at it again. My toes and my fingers are turning an unhealthy shade of blue, most likely soon to be followed by frostbite. I'm trying not to just fall asleep at my desk, but I'm about to start hibernating. I'm leaving in about 45 minutes to go work in the lab at school, but I think first I'll have to wander out to the lab here for a bit to thaw.

*yawn* A nap couldn't hurt thought....

Current Music: 'Island' - Heather Nova

.:. Ready....set....GO
Monday, July 1, 2002 ~ 11:12 AM

Quote of the Day: "Fear me, BIACH! I am apprentice of my domain!" - Jared, taken from DataChomper

Today is going to be crazy. I've got to meet with someone from the university at 3, go to practice at 4, meet TBP people in Tech Hall from 6-6:30 (they had better show up this time, or there will be assult charges for sure), and then go to the ASCE meeting at 8. Whee. Still, it's not much of a change of pace from the last few days. ;-)

I talked to my dad's parents yesterday for a bit before leaving for Huntsville. I'm trying to figure out how to fit a trip home and a trip to Memphis in with the Paddle-a-Thon and Cam games this month. I'm rapidly running out of weekends! I really want to go visit my grandparents one last time in their house, even though they'll be just down the street from home once they move. I can't even begin to imagine them living anywhere else than the house in Memphis. There are just so many memories there...

Oy. Todd wants to adopt even more dogs. *sigh* One day, cats will rule the world. He already got another puppy Friday. She's absolutely gorgeous with white/blonde fur and light greeny-brown eyes. She's theoretically the same age as Nanook, but she's about three times his size. I have to admit they're cute, but they still have nothing on kittens. ;-)

And on that note, I leave you with this little article that has absolutely nothing to do with anything I've been talking about, but that you should read nonetheless. Enjoy!

Current Music: 'Hold On' - Sarah McLachlan

.:. Here and Everywhere
Sunday, June 30, 2002 ~ 05:28 p.m.

I always cry at weddings. I can't help it - they're beautiful. Watching two people, both of whom are shaking nervous, promising themselves to the love and protection of the other, for once fully aware of exactly what their vows mean; hearing the parents sniffling as their children grow up before their eyes; seeing all the married couples in the room holding the hands of their husbands and wives as they hear the same words they said to each other said again. There's the look in the groom's eyes when he first sees his bride at the end of the aisle - the change from utter panic to adoration. And of course, the kiss is always good for at least five more minutes of sniffles. ;-) I always cry at weddings and Laura's was no exception.

My cousin Laura and I grew up almost as close as sisters, but we've kind of grown apart over the past few years since we both went to college. Minnesota is, as far as I'm concerned, the other side of the world, so we haven't gotten to see each other in years. When I heard she was dating someone, I was happy for her, but I never heard much about Marcus after that. Four years later I was told that he'd asked her to marry him. I finally met Marcus the Mysterious this past Thursday and was convinced that he does indeed exist, laying to rest my conspiracy theory. We had a girls night out Thursday night (which is why my toe nails are a startling mauve with red glitter) and the rehearsal on Friday. Laura invited me to help her on the morning of the wedding, so Saturday I helped arrange flowers, fix her hair, and keep her calm, along with her friends from St. Olaf. With all the family members (both Laura and Marcus have very large families), it was a veritable three ring circus, but the wedding went perfectly, and by tomorrow Marcus and Laura will be on their way to the rest of their honeymoon on the North Shore in Minnesota.

Of course, this was all after spending last week in Wisconsin. Sheesh, I'm glad to be home. I've had enough of hotels and strangers to last me through next year and I've definitely had enough of traveling here, there, and everywhere. I'll be happy if I never get in a car again. Fortunately, the next couple weekends are booked in Huntsville, so I know I'll be here for a while.

Current Music: 'Meet Virginia' - Train

 


Name : Sarah, Flame, Sly, Ferocious, S
Birthdate : October 3, 1981
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Song of the Month:
Elsewhere
Sarah McLachlan

I love the time
and in between
the calm inside me
in the space where I can breathe
I believe there is a distance
I have wandered to touch upon the years
of reaching out and reaching in
holding out
holding in

I believe this is heaven
to no one else but me
and I'll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
if I choose to would you try to understand

I know this love is passing time
passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire
but I love the way you smile at me
I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near

I believe
I believe this is heaven
to no one else but me
and I'll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
if I choose to would you try to understand

Oh you know the quiet child
awaits the day when she can break free
the mold that clings like desperation
Mother, can't you see I've got to
live my life the way I feel is right for me
might not be right for you but it's right for me

I believe
I believe this is heaven
to no one else but me
and I'll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
if I choose to would you try to understand it