.:. Truer words.....
Monday, October 28, 2002 ~ 04:21 p.m.

*looks at the current world's population* You must have a lot of frustration then.

What pisses you off?
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I think this is my favorite quiz so far. :-D

Well, today started off with dropping Todd's truck off at the dealership to get the air conditioner fixed, then heading over to surgery center. To our amazement, they were running so early that Todd was actually finished with his surgery ten minutes before it was supposed to start. Always a pleasant surprise. When they got him awake and mobile about an hour later, we folded him into my pitifully small car and got him home, after stopping to pick up his meds. I'm pretty sure he's still there now, so after I leave work and stop by Johnson, I'll go check and make sure he's still got a pulse.

But since I missed work this morning, I had to stop in after class today and I'll stop by tomorrow. This also means that I have to endure required coworker abuse. See, Friday night when I was working the Haunted House at the Ice Plex, all dressed up in my little demon costume, I ran into Carl. Well, he apparently thought it was hilarious and has made sure that everyone else in the office mentions it to me at least twice. Grr. Abuse!

.:. Memories of French class...
Saturday, October 26, 2002 ~ 06:38 p.m.

You could be anyone by day, when the only thing that could give you away is the occasional band shirt and all the EBM in your cd collection. You probably have a day job, have a lot of other interests besides goth, or are just too lazy to dress up for anything besides a club night. I bet you love 80's music.

What kind of goth are you?
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I'm not sure which is funnier. The fact that it's pretty close to correct or that the pic is Bald Mouse Man. E gets it.

Had a lot of fun in Birmingham this morning. Kat found some really pretty dresses to try on. Some of them didn't really work, but there were about three that looked somewhat promising. I tried on a couple bridesmaid dresses and we chose three that were not only pretty but might actually look good on all five of us. *grin* Kat's cool - no ugly bridesmaid dresses for her! ;-)

Current Music: 'Mona Lisa' - Guster

.:. Owie
Friday, October 25, 2002 ~ 10:38 p.m.

Okay, now I remember why I hate high heels. Finally got my costume worked out after browsing the "hey, I'm a slut" category at a few stores. Demons are always good. Fishnets and platforms are not. Feh. The haunted house was somewhat fun. Yeah, there were a few punk teenagers who felt they had something to prove, but scaring the piss out of the 5-10 year olds more than made up for it. Jackie and Todd had really good masks and looked pretty damn scary. Kids were screaming and crying and running all over the place trying to escape. *grin* I suppose it's mean, but hey, their parents let them in.

Tomorrow morning I'm meeting Kat at *cries* 8:30 to go look at wedding dresses in Birmingham. This means I'll be turning in as soon as I finish typing. To be fair, she did apologize for dragging me out so early on my sleep day. ;-)

Current Music: 'Mona Lisa' - Guster

.:. In the news:
Friday, October 25, 2002 ~ 10:44 a.m.

Sometimes dog just isn't man's best friend. Especially when there are firearms nearby. This guy's dog shot him. Todd, you'd better take Nanook off his diet before he gets pissed.

Speaking of trouble with pets, what do you do when your cat craps radioactive turds? Well, apparently you sure as hell don't throw it in the trash or else they fine you $2,800. Of course, I kind of wonder at flushing it down the toilet. Your vet says to flush the glowing poo and next thing you know, you've got Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles accosting you on the streets. But $2,800...and all for cat turds. I'm so glad my cats aren't radioactive.

And WHY is my comp running so sloooooow? Naturally, our database has chosen today of all days to go arthritic. Waiting on it to sort itself out has made the morning just crawl by. I'm supposed to go to the meeting with the Dean at 12, but I think instead I'm going to have to get food. If I don't, I'll never stay awake for the rest of the afternoon, and I only have time for one or the other.

Tonight I'm supposed to be in the Ice Plex Haunted House. It'd be nice if I HAD A COSTUME!!!!! I haven't had time to work on something and now I'm running really short on time. Hopefully I can scrounge something together when I get off work. :-P So far most everyone I've asked for suggestions has been...less than helpful. I refuse to go naked, you perverts. I had a really good idea, but I lack the time and resources to make it work. I gues there's always next year.

Current Music: 'A Sorta Fairytale' - Tori Amos

.:. Jen, here's one for you....
Wednesday, October 23, 2002 ~ 10:53 a.m.

Why Will You Go To Hell?

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*grin* Oh no, the evil influence of imagination! It must be stamped out! ;-)

This week has been suprisingly laid back. About halfway through studying for my test Sunday night I decided that I really just couldn't care any more. Turns out it really didn't matter because the test wasn't really all that difficult. Same with my Hydrology project. Easy, no stress. The rest of my classes seem to be in some kind of a post-midterm lull.

I'm supposed to go and look at apartments today and tomorrow. The one place I'm really interested in moving to doesn't have any rooms open for me to see, but it's still high on my list. Today I'm stopping by Stone Crossing to see what they're like. I'm still cringing at the thought of having to move during finals, but I'm sure it will be worth it once I'm away from my roommates.

I am just dead tired today, though. I'm almost tempted to skip my second class and get a nap. Today is just the continuation of this god-awful 1980's documentary on modern China that my prof is forcing us to watch. Not only is this thing cheesy as hell and pretty..uh...creative in its portrayal of the country, it's also in such bad condition that half the time the sound just squalls while the picture dissolves into static. If a dead bitch crawls out of the TV, I am so gone.

Current Music: the radio

.:. Whew
Sunday, October 20, 2002 ~ 7:18 p.m.

Thank God for overworked grad students. I went to Tech Hall earlier this afternoon to work on my hydrology project and I left my jacket (with my wallet and my phone in its pockets) on the back of a chair in the GIS lab. I didn't notice its absence until about 6:00 when I was leaving for the grocery store. I raced back over to Tech Hall, certain the lab would be closed and I'd have to go hungry until tomorrow morning, but...lo and behold two grad students were inside working late. I knocked on the door and after a suitable explanation, they let me in to get my jacket. So, everything worked out and now I have food. Yay food!!!!

Hey, does anyone want to adopt me for the evening? I don't really eat much, I'm quiet, and all I want to do is study in peace. I won't bother you by attempting to socialize and I'll only take up a bit of space at a convenient table. Anyone?

*sigh* Thought not. Ah well.

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Current Music: 'I Alone' - Live

.:. I have a bad feeling about this...
Sunday, October 20, 2002 ~ 03:55 p.m.

Apparently, a mini series of Madeline L'Engle's A wrinkle in Time is going to be released in February of 2003. Now the question is, do I watch it and appreciate that they've tried to re-popularize of the best stories ever written or do I cringe in horror as they butcher yet another beloved childhood classic? Ah, the choices.

.:. Go see The Ring!
Sunday, October 20, 2002 ~ 02:22 p.m.

If you want to see a movie that will scare the shit out of you, go see The Ring. I can't remember the last time a horror/suspense movie actually scared me, so I went into the theater last night expecting a nice and spooky, but fairly mundane movie. Oh no. Ask Todd - I'm pretty sure I cut off the circulation in his right arm by the end of the movie. And the ending is great. The story isn't your usual stupid ghost story and it's actually pretty difficult to figure out until you get to the end. Yeah, there are a few holes in the plot, but they're mostly at the beginning. The main character isn't your typical horror movie mental midget either, which makes the whole thing a hell of a lot better. She does almost everything right and STILL gets screwed over. Well, actually everyone kind of gets screwed over...but I guess you just have to see it. All in all, I'd have to give it five stars for just succeeding in scaring me.

Oh, and the girl who plays Samara is the same one who did the voice-over for Lilo in Lilo and Stitch. Now that will definitely screw with your head.

In order to preserve what little sanity I had left after last week, I took yesterday off and spent it with Todd. I feel much better, although I'm pretty sure now it's his sanity that's in jeopardy. Unfortunately (and perhaps fortunately for him), I can't take today off too because I've got a test tomorrow and a project due Tuesday. Bleh. The test is open book so I can refer back to previous homework problems, but I need to at least read the chapter I kind of skipped. Stupid probability nonsense. *grimace* Retarded.

Ah, and just on time...my roommate. She must have sensed me preparing to study. Tonight's repertoire will begin with - oh, how charming - hacking a hairball in the sink. *sigh* To the books...

Current Music: 'Down So Long' - Jewel

.:. Well, now that that's over
Friday, October 18, 2002 ~ 08:52 p.m.

This has been one hell of a long day. I finally got to sleep this morning around 3:30 or so and was back up again at 6. No matter what Jackie says, two and a half hours is not enough sleep. Work was kind of a blur - I'm pretty sure I spent most of it staring at a comp screen, probably drooling, but I can't be sure. I skipped practice today on account of the Changeling game, but that was cancelled due to lack of attendance. This would have disappointed me, but I suddenly realized that if I didn't do laundry tonight, tomorrow was LITERALLY going to be naked day. I was past scrounging the bottom of the closet for clothing and down into the 'no underwear, no socks, no pants, no hope' stage. Pants are, as always, superfluous, but it would be a bit drafty without.

And damn but Angie Aparo has a sexy voice.

Sorry, got distracted there for a minute. Wednesday I went out with Kat. She took me out to Quorba (sp?) Grill on Whitesburg and introduced me to burritos the size of my head. Yummy. I got to see her and Sean's new house, which was fun. It's a very strange layout, but that just makes it cool. We rented K-Pax, a thoroughly enjoyable movie, and got to catch up on everything going on in our lives. It was a lot of fun! I've almost forgotten what it's like to hang out with other girls!

Speaking of, Jess, we need to get together sometime soon. *nudge* Yes, you.

*yawn* Okay, time to go grab the last of my laundry and crash. Oh blessed sleep.

.:. Wide awake
Friday, October 18, 2002 ~ 02:12 a.m.

2:12 in the morning. I have to be up at 6. Tomorrow morning will hurt, but I can't sleep. I guess I'll go to bed at some point - I can at least lay down and, who knows, maybe sleep could sneak up on me. If not, then that's what they make coffee for.

I'm not the most popular person in the world right now. Pretty much damn near everyone is pissed at me for one reason or another. Take my roommate, for example. Earlier today, she was bitching about the $55 cleaning bill housing leveled against each of us. Now, I can't say I really disagree with her that $70 is extremely high for cleaning a damn shower, but she was going on and on about how she'd cleaned, and finally I just told her that if she had, she'd done a shitty job. In fact, I fully endorsed Housing's evaluation of the state of our room. She's not too pleased, as you can well imagine. At least it had a good effect - we have inspections tomorrow and our room looks much cleaner this time around.

Went to Sloss Furnace tonight. It wasn't nearly as creepy as it had the potential to be. The setting could have made it a really scary place, since it's supposed to actually be haunted, but they chose to go more with the traditional "Boo, Gotcha" routines. Those just make me laugh and distract me from being creeped out. It was fun, but not really worth the $13 we paid to get in.....although we did get to see a guy crawl inside a balloon and attempt to do a somersault. I'm pretty sure the best part was the drive down.

I think I'm going to go ahead and preprogram the coffee maker to come on tomorrow morning.

Current Music: 'It Doesn't Matter' - Allison Krauss

.:. Hey!
Tuesday, October 15, 2002 ~ 08:51 a.m.

Happy Birthday, Mike!!!

Wow. You're OLD! Everybody mock the old guy!

.:. Yay!
Monday, October 14, 2002 ~ 11:15 a.m.

Kickass! On November 22, Angie Aparo is playing at Crossroads here in Huntsville. Almost makes up for having to miss the concert this Thursday. Anyone else interested?

Current Muisc: 'Always' - Saliva

.:. Quiz Thingy
Sunday, October 13, 2002 ~ 10:43 p.m.

Name Four Bad Habits You Have:
1. Procrastination
2. I'm a pack rat
3. Picking at split ends
4. Forgetting to write stuff down in my checkbook

Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:
1. Patience
2. My own apartment
3. Some orange juice
4. A big, fluffy lemure tail

Name Five Scents You Love:
1. Fresh laundry
2. Cedar
3. Narcissus
4. Woodsmoke

Name Four People That Know You the Best:
1. Todd
2. Jeff
3. Kimberly
4. Jen

Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:
1. A mini skirt
2. Pointy-toed stiletto-heeled boots
3. Anything pea green
4. Capri pants...they're dumb

Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:
1. Classes tomorrow
2. Sleep
3. The Angie Aparo concert this Thursday that I can't go to :-(
4. The party last night

Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
1. Drove to Birmingham
2. Cooked
3. Homework
4. Nearly stabbed a roommate out of sheer reflex with the knife I was holding when she tackled me from behind

Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
1. Lunch
2. Gas
3. Shampoo
4. Some stuff from Victoria's Secret

Name Four People You Would Like To Spend More Time With:
1. Spencer
2. Jessica
3. Jen
4. All the rest of you freaks. You know who you are.

Name Five Bands/Groups Most People Don't Know You Like:
1. Gravity Kills
2. Moxy Fruvous
3. Rasputina
4. Guster
5. Simon and Garfunkel

Name Five Drinks You Regularly Drink:
1. Hot chocolate
2. Milk
3. Orange juice
4. Cherry Coke
5. Water :-P

.:. Egads
Sunday, October 13, 2002 ~ 07:27 p.m.

Yesterday was a long day. The Paddle-a-thon flopped slightly worse than expected, partly because it once again rained. It's amazing - we have a Paddle-a-thon, it rains; the instant we close up shop, it becomes a stunningly beautiful day. Only about six club members showed up to help. The rest I'd really like to take an aluminum bat to, but I'm told that's not allowed.

After the Paddle-a-thon, I headed over to Todd's house for a couple hours then left for Jeff's party. Saw several friends, a couple people I know but don't necessarily want to, and a small group of people I didn't know from Adam's housecat. There was much happiness and alcohol and I had quite a bit of fun. I got to see Kat for the first time in ages, two people proposed to me, and I got to play with kittens. Kat and I are meeting up Wednesday for dinner, I turned down both proposals, and I was told that there would be a hefty penalty for attempting to smuggle one or both kittens out of the apartment. Oh yeah, and Jared and I had a duel in the parking lot, which Jeff broke up. Spoilsport. ;-)

This morning, I hopped (read: staggered blindly) out of bed at 7 and left for Birmingham at 8:30. Why Birmingham? Well, that's a funny thing, but long story short, at the last minute Holly decided I should drive down to see her and her mom instead of her driving up to see me like we'd planned. Bad idea. On her turf, she got to drive, and I'm still picking tufts of my jeans out from under my fingernails. The crowning moment was the already illegal U-turn through an intersection in which we did NOT have a green...any green at all. Hence the claw marks in my legs. I'm not sure how we missed all the cross-traffic because I had my eyes screwed shut reviewing my life, but I'm certain it's only through extreme divine intervention. Add hyperventilation to the one pack's worth of cigarette smoke filling the car, then for good measure throw in three hours worth of shopping, and I have never been so on edge in my life. Then I really wasn't happy when we were filling up at the gas station and I looked down to see her pumping gas with a lit cigarette in her hand. You know, they have those 'No Smoking' signs at gas stations for a reason. Let's see....could it be because gasoline is EXPLOSIVELY FLAMMABLE!!!!!! By the time she put me back on I-65, I was twitching with the need to slap someone. But other than adventures in driving, it was good to see her and her mom again.

But I made it home...just in time to start on the six tons of homework I haven't yet found the time to do. Ah well. Hopefully this coming week will be the last crazy one for a while. As it stands now, after I make it past this Friday, I have absolutely nothing to do for the next week! Woo hoo!!!!!

What Element Are You?

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Current Music: 'Magdalena' - A Perfect Circle

.:. One more quiz
Friday, October 11, 2002 ~ 03:23 p.m.

What Obscure Animal are you?

Chi chi!

.:. In the news: Sheep and Sex
Friday, October 11, 2002 ~ 02:29 p.m.

Zookeepers Suspended for Eating Animals. Okay, that's just wrong. As if it wasn't bad enough, they were sheep from the petting zoo!!!! Barbecued zoo sheep and chickens.

And I had no idea this law even existed, much less was under contention! Damn, but we live in a repressed state. "He said the state did not prove it has a legitimate interest in banning the sale of sex devices for use in private, consensual relationships between adults." Uh...ya think?!?!?!

Yeah, I'll bet all of you looked at the title and thought "Beastiality!" You sickos. Your mothers would probably cry if she knew what went on in your little heads.

Current Music: the radio

.:. *snicker*
Friday, October 11, 2002 ~ 12:47 p.m.

What Is Your True Aura Colour?

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Why yes I do just happen to want to "educate the masses" and "improve the quality of life on the planet."


.:. One more thing
Wednesday, October 9, 2002 ~ 08:04 p.m.

Let's see...stressed about this Paddle-a-thon on Saturday, worried about my test tomorrow, nerves still jangled from the ASCE meeting, and what do I come home to? A message from my boss about how he needs me to call him tomorrow morning about some crisis going on at work. I have no idea what he means by that...all I can hope is that it hasn't resulted from something I've done (or not done, as the case may be). I heard nothing of this when I was in this morning, so this is obviously something new. Hopefully it's nothing but a huge project that they need me to come in and complete, which wouldn't be good, but better than some other things I can think of. Damn cryptic messages.

I've been out of sorts ever since I was forced out of a nice warm bed by a horrendously loud alarm at 6 this morning. Now I've got a bunch of stuff to worry about and it hasn't put me in a much better mood. And...uhm, if I bit your head off today, I'm sorry. But thanks for putting up with me anyway.

.:. *grits teeth*
Monday, October 7, 2002 ~ 08:15 p.m.

I'm pretty sure there will be a section of my letter to the director of housing that denotes exactly how much less it is to pay rent off-campus than to scrape up bail. This will follow the part where I make the point that my roommates are driving me batty and that I will soon be driven to attempt homicide if they don't let me out of my housing contract. I'm not sure how my roommates sense when I'm stressed, but as soon as I sit down to study, they begin screaming. It's uncanny really. You'd think by now I'd have learned to study with shrieking, hairball hacking, and smoke alarms in the background, but no. And I have no idea what the hell this guy is even saying...is he even attempting to speak English?!?!

*sigh* Maybe I should mill on over to Tech Hall or something. But then I'd have to change out of my pajamas. Feh. And I couldn't take my hot chocolate into the comp lab. Choices, choices.

Honestly, I really think I'm justified in my complaints regarding my roommates. I've asked them time and again to be quieter and each time they try, but they start talking again and forget. I'm pretty sure they are inherently unable to shut up for longer than a few minutes. It's not that they're bad people....they're just rude, thoughtless, and loud.

.:. Grrr!
Monday, October 7, 2002 ~ 06:38 a.m.

My roommate sniped the shower out from under me at exactly 6:05 this morning. It is now 6:38.....AND SHE'S STILL IN THERE. There are some days I just don't even want to know. I can't wait until I move.

.:. Quote of the Year
Sunday, October 6, 2002 ~ 10:41 p.m.

"For every person in the world there is one person meant to love them, completely, 'intrinsically.'

But nature is balanced.

For every person in the world there is one person meant to hate you, completely, 'intrinsically.'

The two must balance out. The person who loves you will be willing to die for you. The person that hates you will be willing to kill just to harm you. And they'll do it naturally, without ever knowing that you existed, because they hate you that much.

So, in conclusion, there are perfect soul mates for everyone.

And they are most likely dead by now.

Cheery Afternoon All!"

-Jeff in response to this post by a friend of his.

To be fair, he did kind of paraphrase PLIF, but honestly, I think he took it one dark, demented step further. ;-)

.:. Interestingly enough.....
Sunday, October 6, 2002 ~ 08:45 p.m.

I can actually play darts. Who knew? While the idea of me possessing the ability to hurl sharp objects with relative accuracy may be somewhat disturbing to those of you who know me, I assure you it was just the alcohol. Beginners' luck probably figured in there some too. Kimberly still kicked my ass, but at least she had to work for it. Which was okay by me, since she just had to tell everyone in the bar that it was my 21st birthday. ;-) Ah well, it wouldn't be any fun if people didn't pick on you at least a little. *Grin*

Todd drove up to Hendersonville Saturday morning, so I took him out to lunch at Happy China to meet Kimberly and her new boyfriend, Mike. That night my grandparents and our kickass next-door neighbors came over for the actual b-day celebration, and we all stuffed ourselves full of yummy food. I did a lot of that this weekend, actually...one of the many reasons I like to go home. The gathering wasn't a big thing, but I was surrounded by friends and family, so it was nice. I also got the fuzziest, warmest jacket ever as one of my presents. *snuggle* Now if it will just get cold, dagnabit!

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and school was still waiting for me when I got back. Right now I'm fighting my way through a character study for my lit class. It's supposed to be 5 pages, but I've already said everything necessary...and I've only got 2. Typical of me. Honestly, if it takes you more than two pages to talk about any of these characters, you've got problems. We’re talking terminal bullshititis. I'm pretty sure that's not a codeable diagnosis, but it's accurate nonetheless.

Current Music: 'Nisi Dominus' - Vivaldi

.:. Awwww!
Friday, October 4, 2002 ~ 04:05 p.m.

Jen don't worry about not being able to come down! *hug* I completely understand. After all, I cancelled coming Nashville last time we planned something because I got swamped with school. I'd love to see you, but I totally understand and don't you dare feel bad! *shakes a finger* Now go kick ass on your work and feel better!

I am a little miffed at Jo, though. After all, Jen was supposed to drive down from Indiana this weekend to see all of us, not just me. This wasn't so much about my b-day as it was about all of us getting together again. Jen hasn't seen Jo in forever and she has never seen Jo's baby. Before Jen knew she wasn't coming Jo posted a message to us all basically saying "I'm not going to be in town. Sorry. Have a great weekend." Turns out she has a family reunion she forgot to mention to us when we were planning all this. Grr. I can see her any time because she lives in H'ville these days, but if Jen had driven all that way and Jo had just casually cancelled on her, I'd have been pissed. I guess it all worked out, though, since neither of them will be here. Now we're trying to see if there's a time around X-mas break when we'll all be free at the same time. I figure if we set the date really far ahead of time, we can find scheduling conflicts before the day before. And maybe, Jen, you'll get to see Eli before he's voting age.

Today's been another busy day. My parents and I had to run down to Columbia so I could meet with the bank people, so that meant spending most of the morning either on the interstate or in a meeting. After we made it back up here, I tagged along while my mom toured her new office. It's not finished yet (they're just now putting up sheet rock), but it looks like it's going to be really nice and a hundred times more spacious than thier old office. Fortunantly, the finished product comes sans hissing Mexicans.

I get to meet my sister's new boyfriend tonight. I think this will be the first one since Charlie. I already knew Charlie long before she ever contemplated dating him, so meeting her boyfriend for the first time will be a new experience. I hope he's okay with psychological torture.... *ponder*

Current Music: 'Spiderwebs' - No Doubt

.:. *giggle*
Thursday, October 3, 2002 ~ 06:48 p.m.

Quote of the evening:

Me: "Yeah, well she just expects a Greek God to walk into her life."
My grandfather: "You'll just have to tell her I'm a little too old."

This is why I love my grandparents. They're just fun people.

Thanks to everyone who's called to say happy B-day! *hug* I love you all!

.:. 21
Thursday, October 3, 2002 ~ 04:24 p.m.

As birthdays go, this one has been......not so festive?

Busy I guess is a better word. Up at 6:30. Dropped my car off to have the tires rotated and balanced at 7:30. Was in line at the DMV at 8. They opened at 8:30, but it was nearly 9 before they took my money. We got out of there at 9:30, came home to get food, and headed back out to the tire place at 10:15. After retrieving my car, I immediately went to say hi to my grandparents. Left their house around 11:45, met my dad, and we left to take my glasses by the Pearle place so I could get the lens that Dakota chewed on fixed. Then we went over to Books-a-Million so my dad could pick up one of my presents and then over to the Suncom store to grab a charger for my phone. Just for good measure, we decided to grab lunch on the way home. I've been working on starting my English paper since we got back.

Not exactly a birthday for the history books, is it? Kind of sad given that it's my 21st. But since it had the poor taste to fall on a Thursday, I'll just have to wait until Friday to properly celebrate with friends. ;-) On the upside, I no longer look like a ten-year-old on my driver's license. Now I look like a troll. *grin*

.:. Yay comments!
Thursday, October 3, 2002 ~ 03:38 p.m.

There seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding. I posted yesterday about the need for punishing children physically and apparently this struck a nerve with a couple of people. Thanks for commenting, guys! I love comments! But I do feel compelled to defend myself against this one:

"Slyflame writes: 'If pain is associated with a bad activity, then eventually they just won't do that activity anymore. Trust me, it works.' This has pros and cons. Abuse should be used only when necessary, when it's a matter of instilling life or death values in a child, to keep it safe. Using Abuse to solve issues that you're too lazy to fix mentally can produce violent behavior in children when faced with conflict."

Very true. But I never advocated the use of abuse. There's a distinct difference between abuse and punishment. Punishment constitutes one or two good smacks on the child's backside with your bare hand. Abuse is using a belt, switch, baseball bat, taser, etc.

Also, I'm relatively sure we can all agree that no one has ever turned to violent behavior because they got popped on the butt a couple times when they were little. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's a distinct lack of discipline that results in violent people. After all, we all have murderous impulses (probably more often than we'd like to admit), we just don't act on them because we understand the consequences and we have learned to control ourselves. The reason we can do this is because when we were young impressionable children our parents had the guts to tell us "NO" and back it up. See, the thing is that when you're a toddler, you're a blank slate. You learn how to behave then, not later. If your parents make sure you're a nice obedient, well-behaved little toddler, you'll grow up to be a relatively well-behaved adult. It's all about programming. Muwahahaha.

Ahem. Anyway, the point was that I'm not pro-abuse. I'm just pro-discipline. Feh, you extremists. ;-)

.:. Lit? We don't need no stinking Lit...
Wednesday, October 2, 2002 ~ 02:29 p.m.

Skipping English again. I feel bad about it, but I absolutely had to have some lunch and if I want to leave here before 5, I need to work on the hydrology homework that's due today. I just got done packing and am in the process of cooking lunch. Ravioli again. Definitely need to hit the store on the way back into town Sunday!

I am so glad UAH has Fall Break. If this week had to go on, I'm quite sure I'd lose it completely. I was about two steps away from insanity last night and pretty much only Todd's presence kept me from having a total breakdown. I don't normally throw things when I get mad, but I sure as hell wouldn't have minded heaving that hydrology book out into traffic. Still, it would have been nice to stay here tonight so I wouldn't be so rushed. :-P

.:. People are dumb
Wednesday, October 2, 2002 ~ 10:15 a.m.

Why do we have obnoxious children these days? Well, it's because of morons who write articles like this. Oh no! If we punish our children they might feel bad! Gah, where are Depo darts when you need them? Can't you see it? "I'm sorry, you don't have the ability to instill your offspring with the ability to take responsibility for their actions." Raise the trusty blowgun and foom. One less brat factory in the world! Beautiful! :-D

I suppose it's never occurred to these people that to make your child feel bad IS the whole point of punishment. You DON'T want your child to feel good about punching their sibling in the face (although they usually do) or writing on the wall with lipstick or putting the goldfish in the microwave. If pain is associated with a bad activity, then eventually they just won't do that activity anymore. Trust me, it works.

"The feeling of self-respect is hurt when you are punished in one way or another,". Self-respect? If you don't punish little Timmy for sticking a fork in the light socket, he's gonna do it again. And then, poof, you've got le petit flambé. Self-respect becomes a moot point in that event. I'm pretty sure the only reason I'm still alive is because I figured that if I didn't make damn sure I died doing while something stupid, my parents would.

"Sigsgaard advised parents to tell their children their opinion in a normal voice without shouting." Their opinion? In my family, my parents didn't voice opinions - they voiced law. They were to me the very voice and hand of God and imminently capable of smiting me lest a commandment be disobeyed. I'm not saying my parents were beat me all the time. Far from it! They just didn't put up with any crap and I knew to weigh very carefully just how much I wanted to do something against how much I wanted to sit down for the next few hours. I really don't think I've been damaged by that parenting approach and my self-esteem is pretty damn healthy. It also taught me good decision-making and risk assessment skills. ;-)

When kids are little parents aren't supposed to be their best friends. You can't be a buddy authority figure. It's when you hit the age where parents have no control over you anymore that you become friends. I love my parents and now they're pretty cool people, but there was never any illusion when I was growing up who was in charge. And that's the way it should be....if only so people like me don't pick your screaming brat of a child up off the street and smack them for you.