.:. Oldies music!
Wednesday, December 11, 2002 ~ 09:16 a.m.

*dances around the room*

Well, here it is. The big push to finally get all my junk out of Southeast Housing. Two years of accumulated stuff. My parents should be getting here with the trailer around 11:30 or so. Hopefully I'll have most of my stuff moved over by then and they'll only have to take bookshelves and a few boxes.

Things I'll Miss About SECH
- instant hot water
- almost painful water pressure
- five minute drive, max, to my entire life

Things I Definitely Won't Miss
- roaches beating me up for beer money
- 1 ass limit kitchens
- roomates
- the concrete-block institutional look
- Hank, the demon living in our kitchen drain
- roommates
- roommates!!!!

In other news, today is Todd's birthday! He's old!!! *evil grin* Go forth and taunt him.

Current Music: 'Come a Little Bit Closer' - Jay and the Americans

.:. RANT
Tuesday, December 10, 2002 ~ 12:38 p.m.

"Why is affirmative action in college admissions so controversial?

After centuries during which black Americans were denied educational opportunity -- even forbidden by law to learn to read -- a legacy of academic shortcomings remains. It shows in black students' lagging standardized test scores, higher drop-out rates and lesser college attendance.

It does not seem unreasonable that colleges try to ameliorate that legacy with modest affirmative action programs designed to boost black students' chances for enrollment. And most programs are quite modest, giving a lift to black students who, though their test scores are slightly lower, are still able to do college work.


Okay, am I the only person who thinks that students should be admitted to a college because of their proven academic ability and interest in learning rather than on basis of skin color? I'm sorry, but I find it quite offensive to think that if my grades had been lower and I had not been accepted to a college, that someone else with the same grades would be accepted simply because they happened to be black. Hell, I find it offensive that some sniveling braindead little rich kid could get in some universities over me if Daddy waves the check book upwind of the admission offices. There is a standard and it should be adhered to, regardless of race, sex, or money. But back to race...affirmative action has never helped. Instead it just accentuates even more the differences between races, when the ultimate goal should be to ensure that there are no difference.

Also, one of my absolute favorite pet peeves is members of the black race using the suffering of their ancestors as an excuse to explain why they as a race are not doing as well. The NAACP, for example. *hiss, spit, growl* You know, it's about time some of these mouths took responsibility for themselves. Slavery ended a hundred years ago and segregation's been over for decades now. The current generation HAS NO EXCUSE. Instead of blaming whites for every single problem and attempting to enact legislation that allows for a specific race to be generally less motivated, you would think these spokesmen and women would be focused on talking up the benefits of hard work and education. But no, they'd rather whine, sit back, and expect everything to be handed to them.

And you know, that goes for every citizen of this country, no matter what race or sex (let's not EVEN get started on welfare). Unless you can honestly say that you have tried your hardest and been met with defeat because of circumstances beyond your control, then you have no right to expect the government to help you. God helps those who help themselves and so should the US government.

Honestly, if you can't get into a college based on academics, why even bother? College is, after all, supposed to be a place where you *gasp* learn. You can stay at home, drink, and goof off for a hell of a lot less than tuition, so if you're going to spend that much money, you might as well use it correctly. Amazing concept, that. *snarl*

.:. Begging
Tuesday, December 10, 2002 ~ 11:53 a.m.

Say, does anyone have any old end tables or coffe tables they aren't using? See, I only have chairs, a table, and a bed, so I don't have anywhere to put the TV and my VCR but the floor. Same with my lamp. If anyone wants to donate to the cause, please email me! I'll even take old SECH furniture!

As far as weather goes, today I should have just stayed in bed. Cold, dark, and rainy - perfect weather for sleeping, but not so great when you have to be out in it. I'm not sure how cold winter rain is able to so drastically affect space-time but without a doubt today has been dragging so slowly. Time is just crawling. To top it off, I really wanted to leave work at 2 today to go see Todd, but my boss told me before I left for lunch that he has a project for me to work on that won't be ready until at least 1:30. Figures. I sit around bored all day, only to have to actually work when I'd rather be gone. *grin* Funny how that always works out.

Donate furniture!!!

Current Music: 'Precious Things' - Tori Amos

.:. It's over!!!!!
Monday, December 9, 2002 ~ 02:34 p.m.

I'm free!!!! No more classes! No more homework! It's all over!!! At least until January 6th. But now I actually get to do what I want to do for a little while. Freeeeeeeedooooooom!!!!!!

Today has just been an awesome day. I was supposed to have my last final this morning at 11:30, so I went over to Tech Hall around 9:30 to track down my homework assignments. I got them and went to study for a while in the CE library. Well, that didn't work out so well, mostly because everyone in there, including me, decided that we just didn't care any more and started cracking jokes. It was about the time that I was doubled over in tears laughing that Jeramy (yes, that's really how his name is spelled) walked in to the library. He immediately informed us that he'd been talking with the prof and she was complaining that she didn't want to grade our finals (she's leaving for Italy tomorrow) and wished she'd given us an option out. So I decided that we were all going to go down to her office and tell her that that arrangement was pefectly fine by us. So I got about seven people together, cornered her in the hallway, and we talked her into giving us a choice to take the final or not. She dismissed the A students right off and gave the rest a choice.

After leaving Tech Hall I met up with Mike and we left to meet Jeff for lunch at Tony's Deli. On the way out of SECH we picked up Will, so all four of us had a nice lunch out. Now I'm at work, even though there's not much to do, and I'm supposed to meet Jessica at 4 so she can go play with the dogs.

I talked to Todd briefly this afternoon and he's coming home tomorrow around 2! *cheers* They've finished everything up, so they'll be back nice and early.

Ah...just the knowledge that I have no papers, projects, or homework due for at least the next four weeks has already done wonders for me. A stress-free Sarah is a happy Sarah.

.:. Boot to the head
Sunday, December 8, 2002 ~ 09:57 p.m.

So I finally sit down and open up my Intro to Environmental Engineering notebook to begin to study and I start looking for all my homework to make sure it's organized for the open-book test. But wait! I'm missing three assignments. Oh right...Dr. Leonard hasn't given those back yet. Great. See, our book doesn't have answers, so working the problems is pretty much worse than useless. Sure, I got an answer and it looks okay, but how the hell should I know if it's correct? I'm pretty sure my Christmas present to Dr. Leonard is going to be a good swift kick to the head. My way of saying thank you.

I am really looking forward to finally getting everything moved over to my new place! Already I've got people coming over to watch 24 next Monday. We'll probably be sitting on seats from Susie's van, but as Jeff said, we're junkies - furniture is immaterial.

Rocky Road ice cream heals all.

Current Music: 'Work Your Way Out' - Ani DiFranco

.:. Hell on Earth
Sunday, December 8, 2002 ~ 01:51 p.m.

The abandoned mining town of Centralia, Pennsylvania would be the creepiest place to visit. In 1962, to prepare for a Memorial Day parade, the city landfill was set on fire. The fire burned down into the abandoned mine shafts under the town, caught a vein of coal, and spread. It is still burning today. Over the last forty years, the government has been moving people out because the gases from the mine are toxic and seep into buildings and groundwater. They also cause pockets that, when they burst, collapse the ground into sinkholes full of scalding steam and gas. The ground in places is over 1000 degrees Fahrenheit and the trees and vegetation are all dying. Smoke can be seen pouring out of vents in hills and roads all over what's left of the city. This site has all kind of pictures of what it looked like before and what it looks like now. There are still a handful of people living there who refuse to move. I think the carbon monoxide has gotten to them - no sane person would stay there! It looks like a war zone.

I had no idea stuff like that happened with mines - it makes sense because of the coal, and when you think about it, there really isn't a way to put something like that out easily. It's just creepy to know that a town is / was sitting on top of a literal Hell on Earth.

Yesterday was a good day, although I got absolutely nothing done. Practice was apparently cancelled, so instead I ran errands. Got Todd's birthday present finally! Good thing too, because his birthday is this coming Wednesday. ;-) He's not going to be back until Tuesday night, though, because of the snow earlier this week. *pout* I met up with Jeff later to put my sister's care package together (E, you should be able to tell pretty easily what's from me and what's from him) and then we went out to grab lunch at Tony's Deli, a place that Kat and Sean recommended to both of us. It's pretty close to my new apartment, so I expect I'll be going back. Yum! I also got to see the new house Jeff, Ben, an Ande are moving into down off of Triana. It's....got potential. I think they'll like it there, though. Around 7 Jessica had movie night at Pat and Jared's and we ended up watching Donnie Darko, quite possibly one of the most confusing movies I have ever seen. Demon bunny!!!!

Now all I've got left to do is study for my Intro test. I have absolutely no interest in cracking that book, but since it's my very last final, I might as well. Grr.

Current Music: 'Believe' - K's Choice

.:. Eep
Friday, December 6, 2002 ~ 08:15 p.m.

Me: "What would absolutely, positively take a guy's mind off of sex?"

*long pause*

Jessica: "Castration?"

You see tonight I had my very first lewd phone call. And my second, third, and fourth. Some local adolescent decided he'd call me to get his kicks. Poor kid, if he’s desperate enough to call me of all people. It was quite amusing, if only because he could only think of two things to say. Even after I told him I was busy having sex with chickens and couldn't chat. But anyway, I decided that for next time I'd need something guaranteed to shrivel his dick and send his balls running for cover somewhere around his spleen. Since I couldn't think of anything offhand, I requested Jessica's assistance. And, well....she came up with a good answer, didn't she?

.:. *yawn*
Friday, December 6, 2002 ~ 04:09 p.m.

I wish there was some way to magically point at stuff and make it appear in my apartment where I want it. Or maybe a Roadrunner-style black hole that I could dump everything into, fold up and stuff in my pocket, then open again to get everything out. Then I wouldn't have to be packing all these boxes up, lugging them outside and down two flights of stairs, and driving out to Flagstone to drop them all off. I took my first car load over today and unpacked a little. It's amazing - what filled a SECH closet barely fills half the closet in my apartment! I could get used to this...

Two finals down now. All that's left is to finish up my Design homework and study for Intro. Then it's smooth sailing until January. Speaking of January, I'm really starting to look forward to my trip to California. I've only been to California once and I didn't get to see anything while I was there, so this will be my first real trip past the Mississippi River. *grin* Unfortunately, my mother is pretty unhappy with me being gone. She really wanted me to stay home. I didn't even give her the opportunity to argue - by the time I told her I was going, I already had my plane ticket. I just hope she'll be able to put that aside and enjoy the time I'll be home. Especially since, with me being gone from Christmas until January 6th, I can't skip out on work until December 20th. *wince* Oh well.

Tonight I'm kind of taking a break from studying and work. I'm meeting Jess at 5 to go get dinner, then hopefully watching 24 with Spencer, Jeff, and Susi (and maybe a Niko). Yay, 24!

.:. Ugh
Thursday, December 5, 2002 ~ 10:24 p.m.

Just got done writing the first part of my Lit final. I was seriously considering dropping by MWP for an hour, but I've got work at 8 tomorrow and my brain is fried, so I think sleep is for the best. On the upside, we've scheduled a tenative 24 viewing for tomorrow night at 9. Woo hoo!

.:. RANT
Thursday, December 5, 2002 ~ 02:18 p.m.

You know, I'm all in favor of the death penalty in cases of rape and murder. This particular case should be a no-brainer. On April 19, 1989 this pack of animals brutally raped a woman, beat her almost to death, bashed her head in with a rock, and left her for dead. Now, the DA is calling for five of the confessed attackers to be exonerated based on the "confession" of Matias Reyes, who is currently serving a life sentence for raping three women near Central Park and for raping and killing a pregnant woman. I'm sorry, but seeing as he's such an upstanding member of society, I'm not really much inclined to believe his story. Even assuming they didn't rape that woman, they were involved in a number of other violent crimes that same night. The DA wants those convictions dropped too: "Prosecutors said "no useful purpose" would be served by a retrial for any of the crimes." Yeah, no useful purpose...except maybe JUSTICE. But hey, who in our court system really cares about that?

It doesn't matter to me what age the ofenders were when they committed their crime - they were there, they helped beat her, AND they confessed to raping her. I personally think all of six of them should be killed. I don't want them breathing my air. In fact, all rapists deserve the death penalty. Just think! We can save the state some money and stop them from ever committing a crime again, all in one easy step. A bullet costs a lost less than feeding their worthless asses until they die of old age!

.:. One down...
Thursday, December 5, 2002 ~ 01:05 p.m.

The Hydrology final was about like I expected. I didn't exactly breeze through it, but barring some crippling mental laspe on my part, I got an A. I'm just glad it's over - the class was interesting to some extent, but the prof has all the teaching skill of bean curd. Too bad I have him again next semester for Hydraulics.

Talked to Todd last night! And he got snow. *grumble* I want snow. Why can't I have snow? Oh wait...because I am the Anti-Snow. With the advent of Fall, my powers once again wax, reaching their full strength right around the second week of December.

Oh yeah, and it turns out it was Jeff's idea to have "Loud Hour" at SECH. I'll thank him appropriately later - with an aluminum bat applied to the upper body as needed to produce extreme blunt force trauma. Speaking of thanking people appropriately, I don't think there's anything horrible enough to get back at Pat and Russell for planting the mental image of the "March of the Flailing Penises." Just imagining Pat and Russell strutting around in ballet slippers, waving their penises at dancing mice is enough to put me totally off The Nutcracker for the rest of the Christmas season. Another childhood classic ruined.

Current Music: 'The Night Santa Went Crazy' - Weird Al

.:. Argh!!!!
Wednesday, December 4, 2002 ~ 09:26 p.m.

I am going to kill every damned person in Southeast Campus Housing, starting with the motherless bastards screaming outside my window. I have the overhwleming urge to plant my foot in the ass of the moron who thought that "Loud Hour" would be a good idea. *seeths* Let's see...high stress week, frantic late-night studying...I know! Let's let people run around screaming! Won't the kids love that one?

.:. And now for something completely different
Wednesday, December 4, 2002 ~ 08:21 p.m.

It's been a good day as far as comics go. I've been really disappointed with Sluggy lately. Its incessant Kitten Plot has pretty much made me decide to just pick it up again after Christmas. But last time I was home, my wonderful, delightful, and soon-to-be-committed sister introduced me to a new comic: Something Positive. Goth-hating quasi-geeks, random violence, and an oozing boneless cat that absorbs kittens = good in my book. It's hilarious if you have a dark sense of humor. I'd rate it at about an R for subject matter. I spent the better part of the day laughing my ass off while browsing the archives.

But even better, on SP's link page I found a link to the absolute most God-awful comic in the history of mankind - a favorite comic of mine I'd thought lost long ago. Despite the hopes of thousands of decent people, Flem Comics has resurfaced. Guaranteed to piss you off, freak you out, and make you laugh until you cry, this one is definitely a NC-17. It's rare that I find something that even I, with my twisted sense of humor, find offensive. Flem Comics is great, but if you find Jesus jokes, dead baby jokes, mutilation, excessive drug use, random creative violence, excessive sex, or feeding the neighbor's poodle to hundreds of rabid flesh-eating shrews offensive, it's not for you. Let's just say it hits every button anyone could ever have and yet is still freakin' hilarious. Take for instance, this one I found for Pat. Ah...brings back memories of 713 and kitten kabobs.

My first (and hardest) exam is tomorrow at 11:30. I've finished all the practice problems and the only thing left to do is work up my "help sheet" to take in with me. Apparently the term "cheat sheet" is no longer PC at this University. :-P Silly professors. I also have to find a couple handouts that have tables I'll need, but that can all wait until tomorrow.

Oh yeah, the dogs turned up today. Fatbutt was actually already back inside the fence when I got there and Niki came running as soon as she saw I had food. I got her inside, fed them all, then piled on a few more rocks to close up the hole they'd dug and hammered some stakes in to hold the rocks. I'm hoping that will at least slow them down. I guess we'll see. If that doesn't work, I'm all for issuing the neighbors tranq darts and blow guns.

Current Music: 'Song for a Winter's Night' - Sarah McLachlan

.:. Dumbass Dogs
Tuesday, December 3, 2002 ~ 05:07 p.m.

Lost: Two dogs. 1 Siberian Husky, 1 fat ass midget Husky-lookin' thing. Last seen gloating inside the fence, plotting their daily escape. If found, please stick a tranq dart in their asses and drag them to the end of your street. I'll take it from there.

Todd left this morning for Kentucky and asked me to look after his 3.5 dogs for the week. Since last week 1.5 of them have been running away, digging under the fence and escaping to rum amok throughout the neighborhood. Sure enough, they were gone when I got there this afternoon. But while they come running when they hear Todd's truck, they do no such thing for me, no matter how much I call. I even drove around the neighborhood looking for them. Little rats are going to be cold and hungry tonight, unless Anthony lets them in.

Of course, driving home I did pass by no less than FOUR animal control vehicals on Pulaski. Maybe Niki and Nanook are guests of the city tonight? ;-) Anyways, I expect they'll turn up once they get hungry and thirsty enough.

*sigh* This is why I like cats. Plus, cat poo doesn't stink so much when it gets on your shoe....

.:. Making progress
Tuesday, December 3, 2002 ~ 02:10 p.m.

I have a LOT of stuff. Not just stuff....junk. Lots and lots of junk. Broken things that will never be fixed, little bits of art supplies that will never be used, pens that will never work, clothing that will never be worn, and all kinds of things that could quite possibly be useful in a far distant future, if only I keep them around long enough. I'm trying my best to put aside my pack rat nature and toss all this junk, honest! The last thing I want to do is move sixty extra pounds of nothing useful! But still, I can always use that spool of ribbon....and those empty bottles...and that construction paper...

I'm beginning to think that for the world to be safe from rampaging dust bunnies, I should be forced to move every year, if not every six months. This morning I reached behind my bookcase for the first time in at least two years and I swear something snapped at me!!! Demon dustbunnies!

Oh and before I forget, LIVEJOURNAL SUCKS SERIOUS DONKEY BALLS!!!!!! Damn all you LJ users. Can't you get a blog that actually WORKS?

Current Music: 'Control' - Poe

.:. *does a happy dance*
Monday, December 2, 2002 ~ 04:17 p.m.

I have an apartment! I have an apartment! I have an apartment, hey hey hey HEY! And it's soooo pretty! Okay, it does smell kind of funky, but it's clean and quiet and I've already made friends with a kitten who wanted to come inside. :-) You know what this means? It means I get a cookie! Yay, cookies!

.:. Yay!
Monday, December 2, 2002 ~ 09:35 a.m.

If everything goes as planned, I'll be signing the lease on my apartment today at 4. Woo hoo! Finally free of the dorms!

Thanksgiving was...interesting. My dad's family came into town. All of them. It was fun the first day, but I was ready for them to go by the second. My mother was also quite frustrating - she tends to revert to thinking of my sister and I as ten-year-olds whenever there is extended family around. Not only is it annoying in and of itself, but it's also embarassing. I was yelled at this weekend for things I haven't been yelled at for since I was eight or nine...most of which I didn't even do. Did I mention it was also a very strange weekend? But the food was plentiful and good, and everyone survived.

It's going to be a long week. Todd leaves tomorrow morning for a week surveying in Kentucky. I've got a paper and about six chapters of catch-up work due tomorrow for my Design class. Also tomorrow we're having the Christmas party over at Mike's house. Wednesday is a study day, although I'll be spending half of it at work. Thursday and Friday I have finals. *gag* Jessica and I had planned to meet up for dinner Friday. We figured we'd both need it by then. ;-) Somewhere in there I have to fit in another Forum outside event and watch 24 with Spencer. Not a problem!

.:. Hmm
Wednesday, November 27, 2002 ~ 07:29 a.m.

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.:. One more day
Wednesday, November 27, 2002 ~ 12:35 a.m.

Quote of the Night: "I have already killed two people today and I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours. I think maybe you should be a little more afraid of me than you are now." - Jack from 24

That show just gets better every time you watch it. *sigh* I'm currently finishing up the last few sentances of my Lit paper. I'll be leaving for Nashville tomorrow around 1:30 or 2.

Don't you hate it when you do something considerate for someone out of respect for their feelings and they don't even have the decency to return the favor? Yeah, me too.

Current Music: 'Least Complicated' - Indigo Girls

.:. I wish I wasn't a pack rat...
Monday, November 25, 2002 ~ 11:01 p.m.

I have just way too many books right now. We're talking at least eight shelves plus a line 4 ft long on the floor of just pleasure reading. Then there's the five shelves of school-related junk. That's heavy stuff to move. *makes a face* I'm going make a resolution that I move at least one car load every day until my dad comes with his truck on the 10th or 12th. I picked out an apartment that is only a few yards from the parking lot and on the ground-level floor, so moving shouldn't be too terribly bad. ;-) Not like moving out of the third floor of 604 onto the second floor of 702!

My English prof gave me an extension until Wednesday. He's a wonderful man. I'm about one page from being done, so it should go relatively quickly tomorrow. And then it will all be over and I'll be eating turkey.

Current Music: 'Don't Think of Me' - Dido

.:. Snap, gobble, bite
Monday, November 25, 2002 ~ 10:22 a.m.

I forgot that my computer here at work eats disks. It's a voracious little thing. That's downside of having a computer in a dirt lab. I wanted to work on my english paper while at work, but I can't see what I've written so far and I'm pretty sure what was on the disk is now so many garbled bits of magnetic nonsense. I think I'm going to have to adopt the policy of beg-plead-grovel to turn it paper in tomorrow. Think he'll let me? Maybe, just maybe...

I get to go on a field trip today in Intro to the city incinerator. Woo. I'm not really sure what to expect, but I'm sure it's not gonna smell too good. At least it's not sitting in class!

Only two days of school this week and a holiday weekend! Yay!!!!! And I get the keys to my new apartment next Monday! I am sooooo looking forward to moving. I dread getting all the junk out of my dorm room, but it'll be so much fun to have a new big space to arrange. I'm supposed to meet with Maxon tomorrow, so here's hoping he's not going to charge me out the ass for breaking my contract.

Current Music: 'Gloria' - Angie Aparo

.:. Accomplishment!
Sunday, November 24, 2002 ~ 11:12 p.m.

Time to pat myself on the back. The Intro paper is done but for one paragraph. The Design paper is at least two thirds complete - Jim wrote his in Works so we couldn't open it in the lab because we couldn't download the conversion program. Yeah, he's dumb - what kind of moron still uses Works??? The English paper is now about 1/3 complete. That's better than nothing, kids!

Funny thing is, I should be stressed and I'm really not. I'm actually pretty happy all around. Just goes to show what a good lazy morning will do for you. Of course, tomorrow will be pretty frantic. ;-) Lazy mornings can do that for you too.

Current Music: 'When You Say Nothing At All' - Allison Krauss

.:. Halfway there
Sunday, November 24, 2002 ~ 06:50 p.m.

I just got home from spending four hours in Tech Hall working on my two engineering papers - four straight hours of continuous soul-draining torture. I left to seek food, but instead found my roommate had already claimed the stove as her own. I'm still pondering what options are left to me. Nothing really sounds good.

I still haven't managed to start on my English paper, although both Engineering papers are nearing completion. I've picked the topic, but I'll be damned if I can attach any symbolism to it. Everything I've come up with so far makes me snicker. I've just had an idea, but I honestly don't know if I can make it work. I don't really have time to do a lot of research on Russia.

I can't wait until all this is over. Tuesday can't get here soon enough.

.:. Argh!
Saturday, November 23, 2002 ~ 04:15 p.m.

If there is a God, then there has got to be a special sort of Hell for English majors where they will burn in unimaginable pain for all eternity. I've just finished reading three out of the four stories that are available to me for writing my damn "symbolic analysis" that's due Monday. These are the exact sort of stories that I loathe - boring, dry, unimaginative, and depressing. Let's see - exactly HOW am I supposed to get five pages worth of symbolism out of a) a chick cutting her husband's penis off, b) an old Chinese man who decides he likes capitalism better and has his wonton cart smashed, or c) a Chinese guy who comes home after ten years and is bored? There is nothing symbolic in any of these stories! Hell, the only theme running between the three is that Communism sucks (sorry, Mike). So far my paper is stalled out on the thesis, "These stories are all dumb." I thought that was an insightful opening statement, but since I can't expand that opinion to five pages, I'll need to come up with another thesis in the next few minutes.

I hate writing papers.

.:. Sleepy
Saturday, November 23, 2002 ~ 02:41 a.m.

Angie Aparo kicked much ass, despite being two hours late because his car got broken into at Cracker Barrel. Got my CD signed and we got our group picture made too. I felt bad for Susie and Laura because they missed out on the concert, but Susie has already seen him once and Laura probably wouldn't have liked it. Went to Krispy Kreme afterwards for Hot Nows. Got Warm Nows and retired to Spencer's to munch. We contemplated watching more 24, but the common sense of Susie and Jeff prevailed. They deserve kudos for that. ;-)

Time to crash. And damn, but Angie Aparo is SHORT.

.:. Fun Stuff!
Friday, November 22, 2002 ~ 02:30 p.m.

I have the coolest toy ever! A mini RC car! Whee! I've been wanting one of these since Todd told me about them last month. :-D He and Mo went by the new mall today to get two for themselves and when they picked me up for lunch, I had to go and buy one too. My coworkers were suitably entranced when I brought it in and I've been resistign the urge to run it down the hallways and through the lab. But ooooh, it's nifty!

Angie Aparo tonight!!!!! *cheers* The show starts at 9:30 at Crossroads. I tried to convince Todd to come, but he wasn't interested. Mo was interested, but he's got to leave town around 8:00. I'm meeting everyone at Crossroads, since I'm skipping out on dinner beforehand. Jess, we're gonna miss you! If you change your mind, just call me and I'll give you a ride.

Wow, I wish 4:00 would hurry up and get here!

.:. In the news
Friday, November 22, 2002 ~ 11:13 a.m.

Now this is just the creepiest thing I've read in years. Mother, adult son, and the family dog, found dead in their house.

The kicker is, they've been dead since March of 1999.

How weird is that???? No one - neighbors, family, friends - noticed they were gone! And they all died at the same time. The forensic people had to date their deaths from mail and food left in the house.

Florida is a strange land.

.:. The Gauntlet
Thursday, November 21, 2002 ~ 12:45 p.m.

Good: You give the "birds and bees" talk to your daughter
Bad: She keeps interrupting
Ugly: With corrections

Five-page lit paper due Monday. Five-page Intro paper due Monday. Umpteen gazillion-page design paper due Tuesday. Design presentation due Tuesday. Intro homework due Monday. Hydrology homework due Tuesday. Angie Aparo concert tomorrow night, 9:30. Practice Saturday 10-1. UAH Choir concert for Honors class, Saturday 7:30. Group meeting, Sunday 2 for design paper. No sweat.

Okay, that's a lie. I'm starting to panic just a bit. I've got my priorities listed out, though, and I'm about to start on the Intro paper. Lit is the one with the least progress (as in, not started at all), but it's also a class I'm taking pass/fail.

I'm starting to get really really pissed at University housing. John Maxon has yet to call me back despite messages left last Thursday, this Monday, and yesterday. I gave up yesterday and left one myself directly on his voicemail. Still no answer. Maybe they'd pay some attention if I went over there with some type of firearm....?

It hasn't really helped my disposition any that when the water heater in our building died yesterday and Housing "fixed" it, they didn't really fix it. Apparently it is no longer able to keep up with the morning rush. My roommates and I got to wake up to nice refreshing freezing cold showers. Hypothermia was the order of the morning.

On the upside, I took a break last night and went over to Spencer's with Jeff and Susie (and later, Niko!) to watch more 24. I only meant to stay until 10, left at 11:30 after watching four episodes back to back. *twitch* And it's still not enough! They finally had to cut me off and send me home.

Anyways, I'm skipping Hydrology to work on my Intro paper, so that’s' what I had better go do. Wish me luck!

Current Music: 'Mona Lisa' - Guster

.:. Grrr
Wednesday, November 20, 2002 ~ 12:49 p.m.

Good: The postman's early
Bad: He's wearing fatigues and carrying a shotgun
Ugly: You gave him nothing for Christmas

Ugh - work sucked this morning. We had a big project due that took me a little over two hours to get in the computer, then just when I thought I was done, I discovered one tiny little error that made me have to redo almost twenty pages. So I fixed it, went to my boss to get the reports approved, and he pointed out another error that affected all but three packets in the project. It wasn't even my fault! The guy who did the testing mislabeled the samples! So I finally got it all taken care of, but by then my brains were starting to ooze from staring at the computer for too long.

On the upside, we kinda sorta don't have an Intro class today. We're supposed to go by the prof's office with our outlines for our papers, but that's an at-our-leisure kind of thing. So instead of being bored in class, I'm fratically searching for something to distract me from both the cravings of my monumental sweet tooth and the pain left over from yesterday's paddling practice.

Too much work to do for next week. Three papers due Monday, a presentation due Tuesday, and homework I've been postponing since the beginning of September due Thursday. *wince* How I hate the end of November.

Current Music: 'Every You Every Me' - Placebo

.:. Does this weekend really require pants?
Monday, November 18, 2002 ~ 08:49 a.m.

No heat in my office!!! I think my nose and fingers are about to fall off. Damn frostbite.

This weekend was...busy. Short rundown: Saturday I got up, froze my ass off at practice, then went to the Club Fair to advertise the Honors Program to prospects. After that, I did chores and laundry. As soon as the last load came out of the dryer, I was on my way to Todd's house and from there to the hockey game. UAH won both games, by the way. ;-) After the game, I skipped the Cam Game and went to get food, then ended up back at Todd's house with Mo and Jackie to watch a movie. Sunday I got up, ran to the grocery store to get rolls, then over to Deb's house for an early Thanksgiving dinner. Around 3 we left her place and went over to Spencer's to watch the best show ever made. From there, I left to meet everyone at Cabana and drove to Bennigan's for Jeff's birthday dinner. Left there, kicked Jared out on the Parkway, milled around for a while, then joined everyone again for Harry Potter. I finally crawled in around 1 and promptly collapsed twitching from too much caffeine. It was a good weekend.

24 IS the best show ever made. Spencer introduced Jeff, Mac, and I to it yesterday with three straight hours. The premise of the show is that the entire season takes place in one day. The action happens in real time - the one-hour episode is one hour in the lives of the characters. They even take time out for commercials. The main plot of the first season revolves around the LA Counter Terrorism Unit and the events that take place on the day of the California Presidential Primary when a candidate is marked for assassination. The only problem with the show is if you miss one episode, you're screwed. But since Spencer has downloaded the entire season, that's not a big concern for us. ;-) The only concern is its addictive power. It's like visual crack. 0.0

Harry Potter was pretty good. It was funny and well done, but since I've never really liked the second book, I couldn't work up the same enthusiasm for this movie as the first. I'm really looking forward to the third one, though!

Anyways, that's my weekend. A lot more went on, but I think I hit all the high points. I got to see a lot of people I don't usually see, which was fun, even though Jessica was out of town and couldn't make it. Jared did attempt to hump my car after the movie, but in all fairness I probably had it coming for kicking him out of my car. Go figure.

Current Music: 'Thinking Over' - Dana Glover

Friday, November 15, 2002 ~ 10:21 a.m.


.:. *sigh*
Friday, November 15, 2002 ~ 09:25 a.m.

You know, I really thought we were just a bit too advanced for this sort of silly superstition. This is the best quote I've seen so far today: "The lightning-bolt scar on Harry's head is part of the Nazi swastika, they say. And broomsticks and pointed hats are phallic symbols in Wicca, a pagan religion that worships nature."

Ladies and gentlemen, I believe it's time for a rant against stupidity.

Today the second Harry Potter movie opens in America. Inevitably, this is accompanied by same crackpot ranting and raving that heralded the last one. "Harry Potter is evil!" "Harry Potter is promoting paganism!" "Harry Potter will damn your children's souls!" Obviously most of these people have never read the books and those who have read them approached the Harry Potter series with their minds already made up. In the grand old tradition of conservative Christians everywhere they then twisted those books' words to suit their interpretations. Not that we should be surprised - they've been doing that with another extremely popular Book for centuries.

That aside, the magic in Harry Potter is the same as the "magic" in any Sci-fi movie. Call it the Force and it's okay, but call it Magic and it's evil? Come on people. The magic in Harry Potter is purely fictitious and at times even funny. Imagination is not evil. If we banned every single book or movie that involved imagination, we'd all sit around watching paint dry while reciting Bible verses. If these people are worried about their precious children learning evil things from reading, perhaps they should stop telling them stupid superstitious lies. A more grounded child will recognize Harry Potter as fictitious and fun. One who's been taught that the Devil will get their soul for every bad thought or action while simultaneously being told that Jesus loves them probably won't be able to separate fact from fiction.

Now as I understand it, the main problem all these conservative nuts have with Harry Potter is that in this case the witches and wizards are the good guys. Never mind that in addition to being wizards these fictional kids show qualities that all children would do well to learn - honesty, integrity, loyalty, just to name a few. Speaking for myself, I'd much rather have my child imitate Harry Potter than wind up a bigoted, self-righteous, hypocritical asshole.

Oh, and all those nuts who think magic is evil just might want to turn back to their precious Book, skip over their slogan verses, and really look at a few of the stories in there that they claim to be absolute truth. After all, what are miracles but magic called something else? At least Harry Potter is fictional. ;-)

And so ends the Rant.


.:. Unexpectedly bored
Wednesday, November 13, 2002 ~ 09:45 p.m.

Well, I thought my Hydrology would take a long time to study. Now I'm done working all the practice problems and it's only 9:46 and I'm bored! It's too late to go out and really do anything. It's too early to go to bed, if only because my roommates will wake me up when they come in in a little while. I'd read my book, but I'm kind of sick of it (Anne Rice really isn't a very good writer). I've even cleaned up my room a bit. Now I have no idea what to do!

I can't even really play around online because the network is running so slow that it takes five minutes to load a page. I finished a quiz six minutes ago and I'm STILL waiting for the answer pic to finish loading. *sigh* Ah...there it is. All that and I'm not even gonna post it because it's dumb.

Feh. Bored.

Oooh! I forgot! I have old Farscapes! Yay!

.:. *giggle*
Wednesday, November 13, 2002 ~ 08:39 a.m.

"Wow! A Taun-Taun piñata!!! All right!"

Jen, thank you. My life wouldn't have been complete without Star Wars Spoofs.

.:. Road rage?
Wednesday, November 13, 2002 ~ 08:07 a.m.

I have never wanted to get out of my car and beat someone half as much as I wanted to this morning. There is an elementary school located right on the edge of UAH campus that I have to pass on my way to work every day. Right where I cross University Dr. is the crosswalk for the school. This morning, my light had just turned green and the crossing guard was escorting a group of kids across with the traffic. Just as I reached the other side of the intersection, I looked in my rearview to see a car come swerving from the right turn lane, through the crosswalk just ahead of the kids, and back in front of the car that had been directly behind me. That's just wrong to begin with, but in a school zone, and especially since he almost hit a group of small children...well, let's just say that's one stupid person I could cheerfully beat bloody. I can't even imagine what would have happened if he'd been just a few seconds slower. Anyone who endangers kids like that shouldn't be allowed to breath my air.

Grr. Ftt. Still twitching in anger.

Current Music: 'Always' - Saliva

.:. Today's Presentation
Tuesday, November 12, 2002 ~ 10:58 p.m.

As a late celebration of Veteran's Day, today the UAH Honors Forum hosted Chief Mike Durant from the United States Army. If the name sounds familiar, you might remember him as one of the Blackhawk pilots shot down during the October 3, 1993 battle in in Somalia. Yeah, the one they made a movie about a little while ago. Blackhawk Down - you might have seen it. I hadn't, but according to him, it's very accurate. Sure there's a little bit of exaggeration for entertainment's sake, but as he said, "the details don't really matter."

His lecture today started out with a video showing the Blackhawks and Little Birds in action and moved on to a short background of the American presence in Somalia. He covered everything the initial landing of American troops to the massacre of the Pakistani peacekeepers to the October 3rd battle. Then he went on to describe in detail portions of both the movie and the actual events as pertained to him. He showed the scene from the movie where his helicopter was shot down and the mob attacked him, up until Gary Gordon and Randy Shugart showed up to defend him. He stopped it just after that - I got the impression that while he can talk about their deaths, he can't really watch them, even if it's just in the movie. He went on to describe to us what he went through when the mob finally got to him and his days in captivity. He showed us a clip of the video taken while he was a prisoner and talked a short while about the effects of his capture on the entire conflict.

He made it a point to emphasize that it was a combination of the poor decisions of the political leaders of the time and the overconfidence of the military that created the situation that resulted in his capture and the deaths of 18 Americans. He also explained the new tactics that have developed as a result of the Somalian conflict - namely the concept of urban warfare - and how they will come into play if we ever attack Iraq. It was a truly fascinating presentation, mostly because this was the story directly from the man who lived it.

I have no idea how the families of people in the military deal with sending their loved ones off to face something like what Mike Durant lived through. *shiver* It's one thing to face that risk yourself, but to wait at home while someone you love goes out to face it for you....how do you do that? I sincerely hope I never have to find out.

.:. Feeling better
Sunday, November 10, 2002 ~ 04:26 p.m.

Well, aside from narrowly making it out from under the leading edge of the hail line for the tornado that touched down in Maury County today, the drive home was much like my weekend - uneventful. I went home to relax and that's exactly what I did. Not once did I worry about homework or school. Instead, my only worry was the effect the amount of goodies heaped upon me will have on my waistline in the days to come. In short, it was exactly the kind of weekend I needed.

Friday was kind of a spastic day, mostly because the homework I'd forgotten turned out to have teeth. Around noon, Todd found me in the MAE library about read to tear my hair out. He brought me lunch and sanity, which pretty much elevated him to the status of "most favoritest person ever." I had to go back to work shortly thereafter, but was able to turn in what I finished, so it wasn't a total loss.

Tomrrow, I turn in my housing letter (now that I finally have printer paper again). I have to make my final decision on an apartment this week. By Friday I'll have picked out where it is that I'm living next semester! Woo hoo! No more dorm! *dances happily around the room*

Current Music: 'We Are The Lucky Ones' - Bif Naked

.:. *snicker*
Friday, November 8, 2002 ~ 09:10 a.m.

The squirrel is no more. But he was only one of many.

Of course, to debunk my own theory of terrorist squirrels, this rodent's motive could have been good deal simpler. The town he was terrorizing was called.....drumroll please......Knutsford.

Oops. Last night after practice I went over to Kat's house for a small birthday gathering and totally forgot about the Hydrology homework due today at noon. Dammit! Everyone says it will take me at least three hours. I'm leaving work at 10 to attempt to finish it. *wince* Wish me luck.

.:. I told you so!!!!!
Thursday, November 7, 2002 ~ 10:12 a.m.

Never tell me I was wrong about the squirrels!


Squirrel Terrorizes Town
Thu Nov 7, 7:53 AM ET

LONDON (Reuters) - A squirrel is spreading terror in a Cheshire town where it keeps attacking people.

Its latest victim was a two-year-old girl, British newspapers reported on Thursday.

Children have been attacked, grown men chased and residents of Knutsford, central England, are fearful of letting their kids out to play, the Times newspaper said.

The rogue squirrel's latest attack was on toddler Kelsi Morley who was bitten on the forehead.

"It was awful because she (Kelsi) was spinning around and we couldn't get it off," her mother told the newspaper.

"From the amount of blood there was, I thought it had taken Kelsi's eye out."

The squirrel eventually let go and the terrified youngster was rushed to a doctor.

Colin Booty, a senior scientific officer in the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, said it was very unusual for a squirrel to behave like this.

Local resident Blanche Kellye said the problem was not funny. "Everyone round here is living in fear...it's a vicious little thing. I'll never trust squirrels again."


So. They're hypothesizing that it was a rogue squirrel and not part of a concerted terrorist attack upon mankind by the rodentia population of the world. I think you have all underestimated the power of these little buggers. Just think - if one can do this much damage, what can an ARMY do???? *cue sinister music* This squirrel is most likely part of a terrorist organization bent on the murder of innocents! He was probably training for weeks in secret, training to come after YOU. At this moment there could be thousands of squirrels infiltrating YOUR neighborhood, their bloodthirsty little minds plotting to pounce up you, your children, or the family poodle. The could be planning an attack on the White House as I write!

This is a threat that cannot be ignored! In fact, we should preemptively strike at them. Yes! As an American, it is now your patriotic duty to annihilate any squirrels you see! They want a war? We'll give it to them! The ground will be littered with their evil little furry bodies and the streets will run red with their anti-American blood. The squirrels must die! So what if some of them are cute and innocent? They are harboring known terrorist squirrels and will pay the price. Be prepared America!

Disclaimer: I love squirrels and do not really advocate their mass murder. Yeah, they're evil, but they're just damn cute.

.:. Break out the ducky floats
Tuesday, November 5, 2002 ~ 10:02 p.m.

Well, at least I finally got to use the umbrella I bought all those weeks ago! Sheesh. I have never been so happy to have a car as I was today. I wouldn't have been walking to class, I'd have been snorkling. I'm pretty sure I saw a gondola making its way down the loop as I was going to class. Too much rain!

The ESC meeting was actually a lot of fun tonight. I met some new people, but for the most part it's a group I already know and get along with. They're a fun bunch of people. ;-) Plus, the idea that we might actually do this university some good is addictive. There were a lot of interesting things brought up tonight that I had no idea were in the works. It's scary what can go on without the main student body ever knowing....

.:. *kick*
Monday, November 4, 2002 ~ 09:40 p.m.

Hey wouldn't you wanna know
Everywhere that river flows to right now
I can show you how
'Cause someday you might wanna go
Someday you got nothing to show
For all your pain
For all your chains
I ain't saying it's the only way
But wouldn't you like to know

Is it so much to ask to be ten years old again?

I was halfway to my car to grab my backpack after Todd dropped me off at SECH (with Krispy Kreme Hot Nows, I might add!!!) when suddenly I decided that there was no way in hell I was going to my apartment. So I kept walking, got in my car, and started driving. Reason kicked in just as I was contemplating driving to Nashville, so instead I took a left and drove up the mountain. I didn't really have any destination in mind, that's just where I ended up. I spent about an hour sitting up on Monte Sano and a bit of that time talking to my parents. I've decided to go home this weekend and they are more than happy to take up coddling for a few days. They can tell when I'm upset and so are very happy that I'm coming home to where I can be properly soothed with good cookie food and affection. And I, for one, am immensly grateful.

So, after a good think on the mountain, I was a little more receptive to the idea of coming back to campus. I'd had my good screaming fit in the car, a calming talk with my parents, and some nice quiet time to ponder. And while I can't say I feel much better, at least I'm calmer. Oh, and I have Krispy Kreme Hot Nows. :-)

Current Music: 'Free Man' - Angie Aparo

.:. I hate hiccups
Monday, November 4, 2002 ~ 09:20 a.m.

Some days I just wake up with hiccups and then I'm stuck with them for the rest of the day. Throughout the day, usually when I'm in a nice quiet classroom or in some situation that demands decorum, I'll just randomly break into a fit of hiccupping while those around look on with distinct amusement. I once heard a story about an old man who had them for thirty years straight. There was nothing anyone could do for him, so he had to just try to live his life as normally as possible. I'm pretty sure I'd lose my mind if I had them for thirty minutes much less thirty years! It's bad enough that they keep coming back every hour or so.

I'm still not sure what to do about next semester. My parents have suggested that instead of getting burned out trying to do everything this Spring, I should take it easy and just graduate Spring 04 instead of Fall 03. After all, it's only three more months. Still, I'm not so sure I'm willing to wait that long. *sigh* I don't suppose it really matters in the long run, but almost all my classmates will be leaving this Spring and I don't really want to be stuck behind. On the other hand, I also don't want another hell semester like last Spring.

Current Music: 'Desert Rose' - Sting

.:. A Good Weekend!
Sunday, November 3, 2002 ~ 09:22 p.m.

Amazingly enough, I ended up having the entire weekend to do whatever I wanted. The Hartselle service trip got cancelled at the last minute, so instead of spending Saturday cleaning up an old water treatment plant, I spent it with friends. I met Jess at 12 and hung out with her until about 6, then met Todd and Mo to go see The Santa Clause 2. We started to go see it Friday after I left Jess and Jared's movie party, but ended up in The Transporter instead. Jason Statham...whee. ;-) Uhm, if you haven't seen Snatch or Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels do so. Then go see The Transporter. Yes, it is the same actor. Scary that.

Today's been more of the same. I didn't even wake up until 12 and ended up milling around with Todd until about 5 when I left to meet Jess. To my surprise, I ended up hanging out with her and Jeff until about 9. Tried to find Russell but the little rat was out actually having a life. What nerve. ;-)

And you know, it was good getting to see all those people for once. I'm glad that things are finally calming down a bit with school so that I can finally hang out with my friends again. Let's just hope things stay that way this week....

Oh, and yes, Mike, I listened a bit to Saturday's game before I went to the movies. *grin* Good job!

Current Music: 'All Souls Night' - Loreena McKennitt

.:. No way
Friday, November 1, 2002 ~ 09:23 a.m.

If I want to graduate next fall, my schedule for this spring is totally SCREWED. I actually have only the faintest idea when my classes are because it looks like there are some errors in the schedule, but a tentative guess based on what it says now is this:

Senior Design : TR 9:35 - 12:35
Water Quality : MW 12:45 - 2:05
Water Quality Lab : M 10:20-11:15, W 8:00 - 12:30
Hydraulics : MW 3:55 - 5:15
Honors Seminar : MW 2:20 - 3:40

Okay, that's just painful. Class from 8 AM until 5:15 PM, straight, with only fifteen minutes between each class? All that crap, plus the FE at some point, getting ready for Regionals, and work. I honestly don't know if I can handle it. There has GOT to be some way around this shit.

Spring Semester is looking more and more like the pit of despair and my hatred for the UAH CE department is swelling. If they'd just offer some of these damn classes in the FALL!!!!!