.:. What kind of cosmic joke is this?
Monday, September 30, 2002 ~ 10:34 p.m.

why can't I find myself an idol?
somebody that I can look up to
be big enough to hold me close in their arms
and never let me down

Amanda Ghost. Great music, but she sounds like a goat. Kind of like Stevie Nicks, except that Stevie Nicks sounds like a goat being brutally raped. A pity really. Amanda Ghost is okay, as long as there is something on hand to soothe the eardrums afterwards.

Today actually ended really well, although I didn't get even half of what I'd intended accomplished.
Todd had to come by campus to clean out the kayaks he and his coworkers have been using in their surveying job this week, so I decided to run out to his house to eat dinner (my leftovers were still there). Of course, since he has to be up at 4:45 tomorrow morning, he turned in early, so I headed back to campus around 9. I was going to head to bed early too, but my roommate is having a friend over to do her hair and they won't shut up. So I blog. *Grin* But it was a good day!

Current Music: 'Hush' - Angie Aparo

.:. Quasi RANT
Monday, September 30, 2002 ~ 11:21 a.m.

So I was browsing blogs and I came across this post. And, well, it got to me. I'm not supportive of the war in Iraq at this time, but that doesn't mean I hate America. In fact, I'm pretty damn proud of America, just not its current administration's plans. As far as the American ideal, I'm all for it. So even though I had only a vague idea of who the blogger was, I decided to post this little reply:



You can be proud that you DON'T live in a hellhole. That you have a home and that you have food. That there aren't armies patrolling the streets and that you can go out at night without worrying about being shot for violating a curfew. That children in America have the right to grow up free of abuse. That there aren't mass graves next to your city and that no one you know has ever been taken away by government officials and tortured or killed. You can be grateful that YOU won't be dragged away and imprisoned for speaking the words I have quoted above.

You live a safe, secure life, where your largest concern is paying your college tuition on time so you can get a useless piece of paper and spend the rest of your life teaching others how to whine, and you ask why you should love this country????

America isn't perfect, but no country is. You find a country that does not have a history of slavery and racism, that does not have homeless people, and where the citizens are all good and decent, and I will gladly buy you your one-way ticket. Then those of us who choose to have pride in what this country has done for us can work to return it to the ideals we hold it to, without listening to people like you who have already given up.


Okay, so maybe dissing philosophy majors was a little uncalled for. But really, couldn't they choose to do something useful? I don't get paid to sit around and express my opinions and I'm pretty sure they never will either. As for all the links, Amnesty International is a little too mushy touchy-feely for me to really agree with, but they do have massive archives of all horrible things we humans can do to each other.

I know some of you think I have conflicting opinions, but really they're quite simple. If someone attacks, you attack back. If you have evidence they are planning to attack, attack first. If you only think they might, watch them like hawks until you get that evidence. Then attack. Simple. As for America, disliking the current government's policies has nothing to do with love for this country. If you get these things confused, feel free to move away. But I can only afford so many plane tickets.


.:. The end is in sight......already?
Monday, September 30, 2002 ~ 08:41 a.m.

Thursday I turn 21. I'll still be the baby of the group, but at least when they put beer in my sippy-cup, it will be legal. Alas, I still look 15. I'm sure at some point I'll be accused of carrying a fake ID, but I suppose I'll enjoy it when I'm 30. Several people in Huntsville are slightly irritated that I've chosen to celebrate in Nashville, but I've promised to make it up later.

Let's hear it for three-day weeks! Things are going to be hectic, mostly because while I actually managed to forget that this week is Fall Break, my professors did not and have assigned ten gazillion things to be due Wednesday before I leave town. I also forgot and set up Wednesday night to meet up with Kat, when I'm supposed to be leaving town at 4 or so. Oops. But it looks like it's going to be an interesting weekend. *grin* Jen will be coming into town Friday afternoon, my sis and her newest will be coming into town Friday night, and there's even a slight chance that Todd might make it on Saturday after all. *cheers* It's only if they get the Courtland job done by Friday, but it could happen! *grin*

This weekend finally caught up with me and I am sore just about everywhere. Getting hit repeatedly with foam bats can do that, especially if you're exerting yourself to hit the people swinging said bats back. The sad thing is, I know that if I hurt, then Jess and Jared probably can't move. At least we're all motivated to build better weapons and train up so we can be something besides drawfire at the next regional event. Freyson flat out told us that to him we were simply ten more hits before the attackers got to him. We couldn't disagree.

Current Music: 'Control' - Poe

.:. We made it!
Sunday, September 29, 2002 ~ 03:52 p.m.

Another year, another event, and we survived Equinox yet again. Not without a few injuries and not with our sanity intact, but we're home. And never have I ever looked more forward to a warm shower...

We had a lot of fun this weekend. Friday the weather cleared up and by Saturday was perfect for fighting. We ended up in two four-person cabins because of a screwup with the reservations, but that actually worked out quite well. I sprained my foot pretty badly Friday night (it's a very peculiar array of colors at the moment), but that didn't stop me from fighting in a few battles on Saturday. I actually killed two people! Go me! Of course, I couldn't exactly run away, so they got their revenge in the next round. ;-) I got to meet Kimberly's new boyfriend, which was interesting, and Jessica and I finally got the chance to talk some. Last night's bonfire was...well, hilarious in a great many ways, and although events following weren't so pleasant, I still enjoyed the evening.

Now I'm happy to be back in civilization where there are warm showers and clean clothing. I'm not looking forward to the pile of homework I have, but I suppose it's the price to pay for enjoying the weekend. ;-)

.:. RANT
Friday, September 27, 2002 ~ 11:20 a.m.

Oh...my....god. I did NOT just read this. Here's one article guarenteed to make you mad, Jen. ;-)

Normally, I browse the Op-Ed sections because not only do they tend to bring up issues that get buried in the nightly news, but I also find them funny...and occasionally I agree with one or two. Not today. Today, Ann Coulter's article outlined in exact detail the worst characteristics of which America is blamed, namely the idea that "We're better than you so you should be like us or die. You will be assimilated, resistance is futile." She honestly sank to a brand new low. Let's see...yes, a tally is in order:

- "They should be worried. They hate us? We hate them. Americans don't want to make Islamic fanatics love us. We want to make them die."

So anyone else who gets in the way should have known better? Is our new foreign policy one of eggs and omelets?

- "Japanese kamikaze pilots hated us once too. A couple of well-aimed nuclear weapons, and now they are gentle little lambs. That got their attention."

Okay, now I agree with America dropping the A-bomb in WWII, but because it was a last-ditch option. It was NEVER meant as a simple tool to turn a nation in "gentle little lambs."

- "America is fighting for its survival and the Democrats are obsessing over why barbarians hate us."

Actually, that's a pretty valid question. Why DO they all want to kill us? Because of people like this women who consider foreigners to be subhuman.

- "...obsessing over why angry primitives hate Americans..."

Angry primitives??? This woman has absolutely no concept of anything outside of America does she? Yes, Ann, everyone outside the United States is a fanatic sheepherder only two steps removed from the apes and constantly plotting to spill your precious American blood. Careful, they bite too.

So, according to this woman, everyone who diagrees with America's penchant for interfering in other governments is an angry brutal savage not worthy of mercy and/or freedom. After all, only Americans deserve these rights (being American and all) and honestly, why is everyone else whose country is threatened by us so upset anyway? I mean, gee, WE can get mad when our beloved country is threatened, but their nasty little countries definitely don't have the right. What nerve. What gall. You people all should have thought of that BEFORE you were born some other nationality.

Honestly, people with ideas like hers should be locked away where they can't do any more damage. Hell, she could single-handedly make an blood-thirsting enemy out of an entire ally nation. Don't get me wrong. I'm not into touchy-feely, "make them love us" bullshit. But if we think of all of the Middle East populace as barbarian primitives out to kill us because of a select few who really are, what do you think the few people like Ann Coulter make US look like? And now do you understand why they hate us? The people of the Middle East are as diverse in opinion and ideals as the citizens of America. Keep that in mind before you start calling for their blood, or you're no better than the terrorists.

.:. *giggle*
Friday, September 27, 2002 ~ 08:46 a.m.

Well, at least the UN can agree on something. Too bad it's about midgets. Sorry to burst your bubble, Jeff. But take heart - at least they haven't gotten around to passing a resolution on Wiccans. ;-)


U.N. Upholds "Dwarf Throwing" Ban
Fri Sep 27, 6:20 AM ET

GENEVA (Reuters) - A tiny stuntman who protested against a French ban on the bizarre practice of "dwarf throwing" has lost his case before a U.N. human rights body which said the need to protect human dignity was paramount.

Manuel Wackenheim had argued the 1995 ban by France's highest administrative court was discriminatory and deprived him of a job being hurled around discotheques by burly men.

In a statement on Friday the U.N. Human Rights Committee said it was satisfied "the ban on dwarf-tossing was not abusive but necessary in order to protect public order, including considerations of human dignity". The committee also said the ban "did not amount to prohibited discrimination".

The pastime, imported from the United States and Australia in the 1980s, consists of people throwing tiny stuntmen as far as possible, usually in a bar or discotheque.

The stuntman wears a crash helmet and padded clothing which has handles on the back to facilitate throwing the human projectile.

The Frenchman, who measures 1.14 metre (3 ft 10 inches), filed his case in 1999 with the U.N. committee made up of 18 independent experts who examine states' compliance with the 1976 International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights.

.:. Now that was just weird!
Friday, September 27, 2002 ~ 06:44 a.m.

So I went over to Todd's last night after Cam Meeting to see him for a while, since I'm leaving town today. Not two minutes after I walk into the house, someone bangs on the front door. I was up, so I open it and this soaking wet, crying teenage girl bursts is, right past me before I could say or do anything. The first thing out of her mouth is "Help me, there are people following me."

Okay, so at this point, I'm thinking "not good, let's call the cops, and lock all the bloody doors, and maybe the dogs will chew on someone dumb enough to come into the yard?." This was silly because Todd's dogs are far too trusting and would probably all want belly scritches from any home intruder / axe murderer / evil undead staggering corpse wanting to suck our brains. The girl immediately ran and ducked behind one of the chairs in the living room and then told us that there were men outside the house chasing her and they could see in, so she wanted to hide. That really creeped me out because I have a complex about windows at night anyway. Then she asked to use the phone - something high at the top of all our 'good idea' lists. While Todd went to find it, I asked her who was after her, something I considered to be relatively pertinent to the situation. She said she's Todd's neighbor (the same family that called a buddy cop of theirs to get the Ryder truck towed away when Todd's dad was here for a few weeks between houses) and that her dad attacked her, knocked her down, and when she ran away, started following her. Well, at that point I decided I really didn't want to be involved any more - unless the guy was a real psycho, he wasn't going to come charging in to beat the living hell out of this chick (or something worse). Family disputes are totally different from random people attacking equally random people - you shouldn't get involved in those, unless there are broken bones or blood everywhere. Runaways are a strict no no. But we'd already said she could use the phone, so Todd brought it out and she crawled down the hallway, trying to hide. Then she proceeded to call damn near everyone on the planet it seemed, trying to get someone to come and pick her up. The entire time, I'm watching her like a hawk just in case because for all we knew she could have been lying about being his neighbor (we've never seen them) and instead she's calling up her buddies and saying "yeah, there's only two people here, come on in." I'm paranoid like that. Finally, she found someone to come and pick her up, and she left. Todd and I looked at each other, shrugged, and sat back down. You see, we were content not to be involved any more than letting her use the phone.

Five minutes later, she's back again. She'd seen people driving around looking for her and was afraid to walk down the street to meet her ride. She wanted one of us to drive her down and wouldn't go outside. Now this falls under a "BAD IDEA" category, but we really wanted her gone, so Todd agreed to drive her as far as the end of the neighborhood. This seemed fairly reasonable - after all, scared chick shows up, needs phone, we let her use a phone, she needs a ride, we get her around the block, and everything is okay. She's over 18, so it's not like we could ever be charged with any wrongdoing, and we're not asking any questions. She was freaking out, so they left....and it was ages before he came back. The entire time I'm sitting there, imagining all kinds of weird scenarios playing out, several of which involved the dad coming over to find his kid, and me being the only one there. Eeep. Todd finally showed back up, a little pissed but glad to have her gone, and the evening spiraled back down to the usual, slow-paced life we have come to treasure. ;-) Of course, we were just a bit jumpy for the rest of the evening. Psychos living next door will do that to you.

And that was pretty much the most eventful part of the day. Here's hoping the next few days are closer to normal....

.:. *bites tounge*
Wednesday, September 25, 2002 ~ 03:53 p.m.

I was going to complain, but no one wants to hear that. Instead, I'll just say that today sucks and leave it at that. But now I have to go find something else to vent on.


.:. It's raining, it's pouring
Wednesday, September 25, 2002 ~ 10:41 a.m.

I love rain. Just not when I have to be out in it. Today was the perfect day to beat the alarm clock into submission and roll over for another four or so hours of sleep. It's dark, rainy, and depressing as all hell. If it were storming, I'd be ecstatic, but rain...rain equals sleepy time in my book. And Todd is stuck outside out in Courtland. There are days I envy him his job.....and then are days I don't.

I'm not looking forward to Dagorhir much if this rain keeps up. None of my garb is waterproof in the slightest and two days of squelching misery just doesn't sound too appealing. Maybe Isidore will veer right and kind of miss Nashville??? *looks hopeful* If not, I guess I just might have to fight. Nothing more fun than trying to fight on a flooded battlefield in the pouring down rain. ;-)

Speaking of, I'd better find Kat to see about borrowing extra garb....

.:. Uh oh
Tuesday, September 24, 2002 ~ 03:50 p.m.

I have the feeling that I am going to be the victim of a prank in the very near future. My roommate, who is not gifted at all with the ability to lie, just called me wanting to know where I would be for the next couple of hours. Then she quizzed me about where my car would be and where I'd walk into JRC. Just so all of you freaks know, touching my car will start a prank war you will most definitely lose. Badly. We're talking tears here. *glares around* Freaks, all of you.

Well, turns out we had Hydrology homework due today. Who knew? Apparently when I asked my prof what I'd missed last Tuesday, the homework assignment didn't fit into that category. *grumble* I hate it when things like that fall on you, especially when it's someone else's fault. Yeah, you could say it was mine because I skipped school to help Todd's dad move, but I talked to the prof ahead of time and he said he'd let me know what went on. Dammit.

Still looking for an apartment. I've decided I definitely want to live by myself (oh blessed silence). The catch is, I can't find anything in any neighborhood I want to live in for under $460 unless I want to live in either the ghetto or the boonies. I was hoping to stay relatively close to campus, as in 15 minutes and under. I could handle $460, but I'd have to watch my checkbook pretty closely. It'd also mean that if Spring semester gets too hectic between job and school, I just have to stick it through 'cause I'll need the money. I can do it, but oh how I envy my sis in Cookeville where good apartments cost $300 or less.

Hrm...looks like practice might be a bit rainy.

.:. What the....?
Monday, September 23, 2002 ~ 11:30 a.m.

"Ooo hoo you're one evil muther. Your heart is blacker than Darth Vader's helmet. For goodness' sake, next time think about that old lady's feelings before you push her down the escalator. And, really you know as well as anyone that dropping kitties out the window to see if they can land on their feet is just an excuse to act evil. Yes, it's all part of being a free spirit who doesn't answer to anyone. Right or wrong, it's a fun way to live. But be careful it all comes full-circle in the end." - Are You Evil?

Am not!!!!!

.:. RANT
Monday, September 23, 2002 ~ 09:02 a.m.

"I don't want women serving in any capacity where they could become prisoners of war, because they will be raped and tortured. When this happens in front of our men, our men will break. Lastly, I don't think that the hand that rocks the cradle should be shooting at the heads of the enemy." - Rep. Roscoe Bartlett, R-Md

Excuse me? Okay, first off how is seeing a female soldier tortured any worse than seeing a male soldier tortured? Seeing anyone you know and work with go through something like that would be enough to break most people, whether you or they be male or female. Whether or not people are more susceptible to seeing a woman tortured is irrelevant in that type of situation.

Secondly, just who is this guy to tell women they don't have the right to fight to protect their country? What gives him the right to say that women should not be allowed to accept the risk of being captured and tortured, the same as any male? Like it or not, this country belongs as much to its women as it does to its men, so it's not as if the men have a greater responsibility to defend it. Is Mr. Bartlett saying that we can't possibly understand as much as men what we might face in battle?

Honestly, if there was a draft that included women, I could see Mr. Bartlett's point about women being a liability. Just for one second imagine your local sorostitutes being called into the military. Scary, isn't it? I'm pretty sure friendly fire incidents would increase exponentially in that event. But that draft doesn't exist and people currently join the military voluntarily. Any woman who is determined enough to want to sign up in the first place is most likely capable enough to make it through and also grounded enough to realize the risks. And given that she's made that choice, no one has the right to enter in later and remake it for her. This country is supposed to be about freedom, so I say if someone, no matter their sex, chooses to join the military, they should be allowed to fight just the same as any other.


.:. *blink*
Sunday, September 22, 2002 ~ 02:40 p.m.

And this is why I love Elfwood.

Just happened to run across this one yesterday and it kind of got lodged in my brain. Most of the time, I really don't find much around Loth that really stays with me, but I thought this one deserved some publicity. ;-)

.:. Like a bull in a china shop
Sunday, September 22, 2002 ~ 12:42 p.m.

Ever seen an ST almost cry? No? Well, I've found that taking a plotline that's been running for at least five months and totally hijacking it with crack monkey ideas goes a long way towards driving a CST up the wall. I wasn't sure if Nolan was going to kiss me or beat me when we told him that we'd roleplayed a legitimate way out of his neat little plot, thereby destroying all his carefully laid plans. Fortunately, he settled for bemused assent and actually seemed somewhat impressed at the havoc we'd wreaked. ;-)

The game was a lot of fun last night, for a whole myriad of reasons. I was totally shocked when Scott walked through the door and deposited himself in my lap. He never actually shows up when he's supposed to! Unfortunately I didn't really get to see him much during the game because I was running around trying to be evil...and failing miserably (lost damn near every challenge I threw!) We made the required IHOP run after game was called, but were forced to retreat to Denny's in the face of a two-hour wait time. Fueled by chocolate milkshakes and liberal helpings of heart-attack-on-a-plate, we retired to Deb's house for a small party celebrating Scott's return from exile. Consequentially, I went to bed around 5:30 AM.....and had nightmares. Truth or Dare can get ugly sometimes. Thank god I was but a mere observer!

Todd just called me and he and Kari have started home. Kari qualified with something like 437(?) miles (as if there was any doubt he'd qualify!) and after about four hours of sleep, they've started the 11-hour drive back to Alabama. They should get back around 11 tonight, so I guess I won't see Todd until tomorrow afternoon. Then again, I have a test tomorrow to study for, so it all works out. :-P

Equinox this weekend!

.:. Damaged
Friday, September 20, 2002 ~ 06:51 a.m.

Maybe it was the cup of atomic coffee I had at the Cam meeting. Maybe it was the Cokes I downed at Denny's after the meeting. Maybe it's stress or maybe something just wasn't right. Whatever the reason, at 3AM this morning, I was still wide awake. Despite my best efforts, my brain was skittering around like a hamster on speed from the moment my head touched the pillow. The really weird part is that when my alarm went off at 6AM this morning, around two and a half hours after I fell asleep, I was once again wide awake. I know I'm tired. I have that funny stretched-out feeling that you get when your brain hijacks your body, but your body knows it's exhausted. But I'll be damned if I could fall back asleep. Weird. Totally bizzare. I think I'm broken.

Got asked to join the Honors Council yesterday. I told the program director that I'd do it only if it didn't require much time because my schedule is already full. He said we'd only meet around once a month, so I signed on. Pretty much, he asked me because he sees that the program here can't seem to retain more than a handful of engineers past their sophomore year, and he's hoping I can offer some insight into why that is and maybe some suggestions. I thought it was pretty obvious that no engineering student is going to contract a course that already sounds scary, so unless specific honors classes are offered, they're not going to get their hour requirements. Maybe they just don't understand the fear we have of taking something like Natures and Properties of Materials then asking the prof for even more work. Please, beat me more! Riiight.

Todd and Kari left for Iowa at 4AM this morning. Kari's going up to run a 24-hour bike race to qualify for the Race Across America. Even though he's leaving for his year in the Finnish military, his qualification will be good for three years. Personally, I think he's a few fries short of a happy meal. How can biking for 24 hours straight to qualify for a race in which you'll bike for over eight days, sleeping only 90 minutes to 2 hours every day be fun, in any sense of the word????? The term that comes to mind is "painful" or maybe "hellish." Fun definitely is not the first choice. ;-) Crazy people we have in this world. *Grin*

Current Music: Ordinary Life - Kristen Barry

.:. I don't really hate Mike
Wednesday, September 18, 2002 ~ 04:25 p.m.

Mike, I assure you that I didn't mean for you to be in Tech Hall when a tornado hit. I was banking on you being out to lunch or something. ;-)

You know, I thought my office was cold before. No, it's much warmer when I'm not soaking wet from head to toe. Bloody sneaky rainstorm sprang up just as I left Morton Hall headed for the CCRH parking lot. I'm thinking that I definitely need to invest in an umbrella before the fall storms really kick off. On the upside, I'm in a much better mood now. No reason why, just a drastic mood swing in the right direction. *grin* Plus, the day's almost over and it's going to be a short week.

Suprise of the day: Russell is alive, albeit without internet access. No, really, I actually talked to him! Then again, I guess I really can't be certain it wasn't all just an elaborate ruse until I see him with my own eyes. He said he was going to come over to Johnson around 6, but I've got too much homework to go over and work tonight. So I suppose the mystery behind Russell's supposed death will have to wait.

.:. *snarl*
Wednesday, September 18, 2002 ~ 09:34 a.m.

I'm tired, stressed, and I hurt. Nothing was done right at work while I was gone the last three days. I've got hydrology homework to finish and I'm not going to get the chance. I have 46 emails and 11 voicemails to wade through, all from people who think I'm ignoring them because I was out of town.

Wow. It's amazing how your initial feelings about someone can be confirmed by a simple ignorant comment. I think I've gone from simple dislike based on obvious differences to outright hatred based on the fact that she should never reproduce for fear that her blind stupidity might be passed on to her demon-spawn. It's amazing how someone can think they know enough to comment on something they can't even begin to comprehend and insert themselves into an inside joke where they're not wanted.

Best thing that could happen today is for a tornado to hit Tech Hall. All my classes would be canceled and I could go home where no one can get in my way.

.:. Hah
Friday, September 13, 2002 ~ 11:00 p.m.

Think you had a rough day at work?


Scrap Worker Accidentally Fires Howitzer
Fri Sep 13,11:11 AM ET

KIEV (Reuters) - A Ukrainian scrap metal worker destroyed two roofs and singed his face when he cut into a 1940s howitzer and accidentally fired off a shell no one had noticed was lodged inside, local media reported Thursday.

Interfax-Ukraine news agency reported the worker had heated the metal by cutting the gun and had triggered the shell, which flew about 800 yards. It said there were no other casualties in the central Ukrainian city of Berdychiv.

The news agency also said the company had paid for repairs to the roofs but work at the scrap yard had been stopped after local prosecutors launched a criminal investigation.

Ukraine, situated between Russia and an expanding European Union ( news - web sites), has a huge arsenal of rusting weapons, which often end up in the country's dozens of scrap yards.


That poor man. *giggle*

On a totally unrelated note, I can't help but wonder why exactly my roommate is blowdrying her hair at 11:00 at night. She's been working on it for the last thirty minutes with a determination bordering on obsession, and the only reason she stopped after 30 mins was because her phone rang. All that work and she's about to go to bed. It's mindboggling. Have I mentioned that my roommates seem to operate in a world entirely devoid of logic and human reason?

Current Music: 'Letting the Cable Sleep' - Bush

.:. Let's see...
Friday, September 13, 2002 ~ 03:35 p.m.

If I happened to be a shallow imitation of humanity with a dark purpose......I'd be depressingly redundant. Although still pretty cool. Assassination. Nifty. :-)

Synthetic Artificial Repair and Assassination Humanoid

I am so unbelievably bored out of my mind. I think part of it is because it's Friday, but I am just going nuts here at work. I've pretty much exhausted all my usual internet haunts, so I've been forced to turn to random blog reading. Some of these people are pretty messed up. Some of them need to pay a bit more attention in their high school english classes, specifically to punctuation and grammar. Some of it just cracks me up. But some of these kids need lessons in...well, taste. I mean, seriously people! HTML was never meant as a weapon!!!

.:. Let's think about this for just a sec
Friday, September 13, 2002 ~ 07:28 a.m.

"Now You Can Have a Bigger Penis Slyflame!
This Doctor Approved Pill Will Actually Expand, Lengthen And Enlarge Your Penis Safely and Naturally 100% GUARANTEED!"

Woo! Now I can have a bigger penis. My life is changed.......in more ways than one.

Sheesh, I hate junk mail. Especially when it doesn't even use proper punctuation. Honestly, all junk mailers should die screaming. They're like the telemarketers of the internet and should be treated accordingly.

.:. Something to keep in mind
Wednesday, September 11, 2002 ~ 10:39 a.m.

This is the origin of one of my favorite quotes. Thought it was somewhat appropriate.



I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband unexpectedly and suddenly died of a heart attack.

About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there.

With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, "Before class is over, I would like to share with all of you a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important.

Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment. Perhaps this is the powers-that-be way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day."

Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see it could be a scent - perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches the autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.

Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the "stuff" of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time...it can all be taken away."

The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester.

Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double-dip ice cream cone.

For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

.:. How disgustingly stupid....
Tuesday, September 10, 2002 ~ 08:32 a.m.

Sci-Fi has cancelled Farscape. The end of Season 4 in January will be the end of the show. Filming ends this Wednesday and that will be the last of it. You can see the official article here.

This sucks. If you're interested in trying to petition other networks to pick it up, then go here.

Dammit. I want to know what happens!

.:. Home again, home again
Monday, September 9, 2002 ~ 09:27 a.m.

Coke and two NutriGrain bars. The breakfast of champions. At least the caffeine is finally clearing the fuzz from around my brain. ;-)

I had a really great weekend! After the insanity of last week, Timbuktu was looking good, but Florida was just perfect. The water was pretty rough, so we couldn't really swim much, but we could at least play close to shore. We built a sandcastle Saturday morning, then went out and bought a little sand set to finish it up that afternoon. It looked pretty cool by the time we got done and rapidly began attracting small children. The weather was nice and cool and everything was just gorgeous. I really didn't want to come home!

Today hasn't been such a good day so far, though. I stayed at Todd's last night since I can't get into my apartment. I got up at 6:30 to get a shower and when I got out, Todd had just found the body of the little 9-week-old puppy Melissa and Bob got for Todd's grandmother. She had been alive 20 minutes before because we'd seen her, but while Todd was working on the ASCE trailer and I was in the shower she got into the side yard and one of the big dogs attacked her. We don't know which one did it. It looks like they were just warning her away from the food because they never broke skin, but she was just too tiny to handle it and they crushed a rib. So Todd had to wake up Bob and Melissa and tell them that the puppy was dead and then he had to leave early to take her to the vet to be cremated. :-(

I have my meeting with the housing director this afternoon. I still have to write my letter. I refused to think about it all weekend, but I guess I'd better work on it now since I'll be in class all afternoon. Hopefully the meeting won't be a total waste of time, but I fully expect it to be. I guess we'll see.

I'm just glad I got a break from the insanity! Yay for Florida!

Current Music: the radio

.:. Dammit
Friday, September 6, 2002 ~ 03:58 p.m.

Okay, so they say the University has the right to come into our rooms and poke around whenever they feel like it. In the past, I was told that they couldn't unless we (or one of our roommates) were watching. And now I find the passage in the student handbook that says that they don't have to notify us. At all.

They say they just stuck their heads in and if they saw anything illegal, they took it. Well, they took a candle off my dresser that was behind a whole stack of stuff piled in front of it. The only way they could have seen it was if they walked up to my dresser and moved stuff out of the way. That's a bit above and beyond, I think.

Okay, so the person who came into my bedroom while I wasn't home, rooted around on my dresser, took stuff, and didn't tell me about it is protected by the University handbook. That still doesn't make it right. A point my roommates and I fully intend to address in our meeting with John Maxon on Monday. It's also a huge factor in my decision to get the hell out of here by next spring, if not earlier.

Yep, I finally made up my mind. I'm going to start apartment hunting in earnest next week. I think I'd prefer living alone anyway, so I'll see what I can find. I'd much rather live in a place where I am assured the same basic right to privacy as any other American citizen not living at UAH.

In other news, my roommate left her keys in the cafeteria today, the cafeteria lady gave them away to some random chick who said she knew Kristen, Kristen came back to look for them, heard this, and lost it. She slapped the cafeteria worker then proceeded to scream at everyone in the UC. She was hysterical. We also had to have our locks changed. Catch is, I'm leaving town this afternoon, so I can't get my new key. They won't let my roommates pick it up for me, not even with my express permission, so I have to track down an RA when I get back into town Sunday night. I could really really learn to hate this place...

I am so looking forward to Florida.

Current Music: 'Famous Blue Raincoat' - Tori Amos

.:. *dies laughing*
Friday, September 6, 2002 ~ 10:20 a.m.

Which Animaniacs Character Are You?

Talkative, huh? Perhaps sing-ative would be more appropriate, actually. When people don't understand something, it usually drives you to cutting, sarcastic remarks. Your other extreme is bursting into song with almost no prompting, often to explain complex ideas. No one knows quite what you are, exactly. You have made many "special" friends, and there's baloney in your slacks.
Okay, that was an entertaining quiz!

.:. Yummy!
Friday, September 6, 2002 ~ 09:37 a.m.

"What's Your Flavor? Mmm ... peppermint! Crisp and refreshing, you're the flavor of candy canes and after-dinner mints everyone's favorite comfort candies. If you were a season, you'd be winter bracing and energizing, but cozy, too. Your honesty and forthright personality make people feel like they've known you forever they can't help but be drawn to your sweet, fresh nature. Perhaps a little old-fashioned, and occasionally shy, you're generally happy and well-liked. Traditional and invigorating, you're a truly tasty treat."

Today is just draaaaggggggging. I feel like I've been here for several hours and it's just now 9:30. Eeeek! I just can't wait until work is over! Boredom has hit, hence the attack of the Emode tests. ;-) There's hardly anything to do here at work, so I'm just surfing the net while I fax. I still have to finish up the last problem on my homework before I turn it in at noon, so I figure I'll just head to lunch at 11. Hopefully by the time I get back, there'll something for me to do!

.:. *dances around the room*
Thursday, September 5, 2002 ~ 10:38 p.m.

Jen! *hug* I hope you can make it for my b-day!!!! It would be so much fun to get everyone back together again! And we have sooooooo much to catch up on! Years and years worth. Oooh, and I'd heard the same myth about senior year being easier, but I've come to the conclusion it was all a lie. ;-) I've been meaning to call you too, but by the time everything dies down enough, it's usually late and I pass out first. I'll try and call you soon once it all settles down, hopefully soon!

Although not tonight. I'm still in the process of doing laundry, packing, and doing homework, all simultaneously. My brain shut down about two hours ago, but I've been plodding through nonetheless. I think I'll just mention again that English units are silly. But not in a fun way.

I also seem to be have been cursed by the laundry gods. First, one of my washers ate my money and refused to take my card, so I had to borrow quarters from Jackie. Then the same washer died just after I left, so when I came back to put stuff in the drier, one load hadn't even been washed. So I put one load in the drier and one in another washer and left. 45 mins later, I went back to fetch the load that was in the drier and shift over the load that was in the washer and since the drier hadn't quite finished, I chose the drier next to it. Another 45 mins later, I went back to fetch my second load, only to find that the drier I had chosen was not heating at all, so all my clothes are still wet and cold. Now my room is festively adorned will all manner of wet clothing. I defy you, laundry gods!!!!

Feh, homework can wait a little longer. Sleepy now. *yawn*

Current Music: 'Tonight and the Rest of My Life' - Nina Gordon

.:. One more annoyance
Thursday, September 5, 2002 ~ 02:23 p.m.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Last night, with only a few hours warning kindly left on my voicemail (so I didn't get it until today) University Housing announced that they would be doing room checks. Without my knowledge and/or consent, they then proceeded to key into my bedroom and mill around looking for items to confiscate. I had no idea about it until my roommate told me that they had gone through her room, taken several items, then gone through her desk to find paper and a pen to leave a note telling her to come and get her stuff out of the housing office. None of us were home at the time and we have no idea what was taken.

Now, this bothers me. A lot. The idea of one of my peers in my room, without supervision, looking for things to take is disturbing. My first task as soon as I get off work is to go to the Housing Office and obtain a copy of this year's contract. I want to know if I signed away my right to privacy this year without my knowledge. If I did, I guess it's my fault for not thoroughly reading the contract (like anyone actually reads it anyway), but I still intend to protest. If it doesn't give them the right, then we'll go from there.

Other than that, today has just been really busy. I've been going since 8 this morning and I won't actually go home again until at least 6 tonight. Then, I've still got homework due tomorrow and several other things to do before I can relax. I could really learn to hate Thursdays. :-P I am SO looking forward to the beach this weekend!

.:. *seeths*
Wednesday, September 4, 2002 ~ 04:31 p.m.

BASTARDS! Unmitigated bastards! They stole our idea! They stole our idea, AFTER they turned it down!!!!! Oh yeah, and they're doing their best to fuck us over. But that aside, those thrice-damned scum-sucking whores at the NCCCC stole our idea!!!!!!

We just got in the new rules for this year's concrete canoe competition. Let's go through a list of the most objectionable points:

1) No Graduate students will be allowed to compete.
Why Sarah Hates It:
I lose my stern paddler. Crystal is the best paddler on the team and she and I have a score to settle with Florida. Now she's not allowed to race. I almost want to contact other schools and see how they feel about such a stupid rule. Plus, it's not fair to grad students. We're supposed to have five years of elegibility. If college generally lasts four years, then where, pray tell, does that fifth year go????

2) No paint on the boats. Whatsoever. Naked boats only.
Why Sarah Hates It:
Because concrete is ugly. Really ugly. No one is going to want to watch ugly boats race. Sleek, colorful, beautiful boats, yes. Ugly, no. The public loses interest and we lose funding.

3) No display this year.
Why Sarah Hates It:
Again, nothing to hold public interest. True, it takes a big load off the team, but I always liked the displays.

4) "Aesthetics judgining will now include a "peer score" in which teams will be allowed to evaluate the aesthetics of all boats but their own and the average of all team scores will be used in addition to the scores of the judges."
Why Sarah Wants to Rip Their Balls Off:
When we got cheated out of nationals, we decided to go anyway to represent ConcreteCanoe.org. Sometime in there, we decided we wanted to do a Competitor's Choice Award. Nothing that would interfere with ro affect the judge's decisions, just a little award that only reflected students. We made the ballots, met up an NCCCC rep who liked the idea, and handed over a ballot to be run past the judges for their approval. They hated it. Said it undermined them. Refused to sanction it. We could have done it anyway, but in the interest of nto stepping on any toes, we decided not to. So they turn around and do this. BASTARDS! Little backstabbing rats! And I'll bet anything that half of the decision was based on finding a way to make sure UAH didn't get any more recognition. Oooh, I'm pissed!!!!

*seeths* Okay, I'm going to go rant at a live body now.

.:. One more time
Tuesday, September 3, 2002 ~ 07:10 p.m.

Who's Your Inner Buffy Bad-Girl? Find out @ She's Crafty

Hrm. I'm detecting a trend, although I would like to say that I certainly do NOT have a fragile constitution. But you can feel free to look after me anyway. Well, maybe not look after, precisely. Worship. Yeah, that's the word.

Current Music: 'Upside Down' - Tori Amos

.:. What'd I miss?
Tuesday, September 3, 2002 ~ 6:08 p.m.

Ever feel like you're just not tuned in? Like there's just something not quite right and you should know what's going on, but you don't. Yeah, that's today for me. I just have the feeling that I've missed something important and I haven't the faintest idea what it might be. Grr, I say. *fierce nod* Grr.

Had fun eating lunch with Mike. I didn't get to talk to him much at the party last night and since I haven't seen him for longer than three minutes in the past two months, we had a lot to catch up on. Definitely have to go again sometime soon. Also need to go with Jess soon since I didn't get to go over to her apartment the other day.

Feh, homework sucks.

Current Music: 'Supernova' - Liz Phair

.:. Start of the week
Monday, September 2, 2002 ~ 01:54 p.m.

*blink* Okay, today's Sluggy is just wrong. The Sorcerer's Nuts? :-D

Finally back in Huntsville. I ended up having to take the long way around, down 231, because someone managed to smear themselves across most of the interstate just below 840. They actually had I-65 shut down completely for most fo the morning (I assume it's reopened now). Fortunatly, I heard about it just before I got on the bypass to the interstate and was able to cut back around. I'd probably still be in traffic now if it'd been otherwise.

The detour wasn't bad at all because it's such a pretty drive up 231. No, the only bad part of the morning was finding a half-inch-long gash in the sidewall of my right front tire just before leaving for Huntsville. It only cut through the outside rubber, but I still have to get the tire replaced tomorrow. *wince* It had to have happened Friday on the way to Hendersonville, because I checked over my car before I left and didn't see it. And believe me, I would have. Even the hubcap is damaged. I guess a chuck of metal must have flown up and hit it somewhere in one of the construction zones, but I never heard or saw it. Doesn't really matter, though. Regardless of how it happened, fact is, I get a new tire tomorrow. After going to lunch with Mike, of course.

Current Music: 'Gasoline' - Moist

.:. Hmm....
Sunday, September 1, 2002 ~ 09:00 p.m.

Propaganda I can appreciate!

.:. Holiday Weekend
Sunday, September 1, 2002 ~ 08:31 p.m.

Have I mentioned that I loathe Britany Spears? My sister was channel surfing and landed on a Britany Spears concert. Morbid fascination has held the channel there for approximately fifteen horrific minutes and she assures me that it will remain there until the bitter end. Honestly, I have no idea what draws people to the whole pop phenomenon. *shiver* It's almost creepy.

This weekend my aunt lent me a new series of books. They were supposed to go with Laura and her husband (aww! they're so cute!) to the frigid north, but as I had never read them, I got first dibs. I've already finished the first book, The Golden Compass. They're fascinating! Very inventive, although the author apparently has some serious issues with the Roman Catholic Church. Hopefully I'll have time to finish the second one tonight.

My grandparents' party went very well. A great many people showed up, most of whom I didn't know. We all got completely mauled by mosquitoes while we were outside taking pictures. I finally met the infamous Mr. Pickle, the history teacher who taught not only all five of the Nestor children, from my mother down, but also Laura and David. Afterwards I went out with several family members to Kim Son for Vietnamese food, then back to play Cranium with my cousins. Of course, my parents dragged me out of bed this morning at 6:30 (Eastern time, mind you) to go to breakfast, but I suppose they can be forgiven.

And now I'm being called away to eat watermelon. A worthy cause if ever there was.