Yes, folks, it is indeed 78 degrees outside, but it feels more like 80. As Britt and I headed out for our delectable Christmas lunch, in flip flops and tank tops, I was seriously wishing I'd worn shorts today.
I love San Diego.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Life Update
Yeah, so I'm pretty sure the guys upstairs are rearranging their furniture. Or doing switcheroo. Interesting, that I can HEAR EVERY MOVE THEY MAKE when normally I never hear anything from up there.
Maybe they're walking around on stilts. And they keep falling off and hitting the floor with a BANG!
That's what it sounds like.
Anyway, in recent news I finished out the semester, not sure how it ended yet. I think I missed an assignment in Psychology, and that may come back to haunt me. :(
But the most exciting thing is that with all this free time I've caught up to the current Veronica Mars episode. I LOVE THIS SHOW! If you haven't watched it, start at the beginning... it's better that way.
Maybe they're walking around on stilts. And they keep falling off and hitting the floor with a BANG!
That's what it sounds like.
Anyway, in recent news I finished out the semester, not sure how it ended yet. I think I missed an assignment in Psychology, and that may come back to haunt me. :(
But the most exciting thing is that with all this free time I've caught up to the current Veronica Mars episode. I LOVE THIS SHOW! If you haven't watched it, start at the beginning... it's better that way.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Why School Sometimes Rocks...
Because sometimes during finals week, you find yourself in one of Mrs. Szuch's finals. And sometimes during Mrs. Szuch's final you find yourself macking down on pizza and M&M's while you fill out 100 multiple choice questions. Totally takes the sting out of taking a final.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
It's here....
Well, winter has finally hit in good ol' San Diego. I was beginning to wonder if winter was just going to skip right over us this week. But leave it to So Cal weather to be sunny and in the 90s last week and sunny and freezing this week.
Only good thing about cold weather: you can wear scarves, mittens, and cute jackets.
That's it. That's the only good thing.
204 more days until summer!
Only good thing about cold weather: you can wear scarves, mittens, and cute jackets.
That's it. That's the only good thing.
204 more days until summer!
Saturday, October 28, 2006
I'm so sure...
The first time I don't burn the cookies, and Mandy isn't here to see it. How is she supposed to believe me that I don't always burn the cookies, when she isn't here during the rare chances that they come out right.
Oh, yes, I could take a picture.
Oh, yes, I could take a picture.
See, Mandy? They don't always come out burnt.
But thanks for always eating them even when they do. :)
This broadcast of the Jordan Cooking Channel has been brought to you by Nestle Tollhouse and the letter C.
Tuesday, October 3, 2006
Hot Carrots
Every once in awhile when my boss has a business lunch, he'll go to Tio Leo's, and it has become recent tradition to bring back hot carrots for me and Heather to munch on as we work. They are soooooo hot, but sooooo good. It's like an addiction. We just keep grabbing for more carrots as we down coke or some other carbonated beverage to take away the sting.
Today he brought us each back a whole quart of them. A whole quart, each. My mouth is on fire and I haven't even gotten through the first layer yet. I think I was developing a cold, but I'm pretty sure the four carrots I've eaten so far have successfully knocked it out of me.
I think we'll be snacking on hot carrots for a long time over here.
Today he brought us each back a whole quart of them. A whole quart, each. My mouth is on fire and I haven't even gotten through the first layer yet. I think I was developing a cold, but I'm pretty sure the four carrots I've eaten so far have successfully knocked it out of me.
I think we'll be snacking on hot carrots for a long time over here.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Adventuresome Times
Tonight Sonia, Jeremy, and I set out for a night of adventure and rebellion, throwing in a little illegal activity where appropriate. We took nothing but a camera with dying batteries and the clothes on our back, starting out at Balboa Park and ending on Harbor Drive. Here's a recap of the night, complete with visuals:
Adventure 1: The Tree
Rebellious Activity Involved: Climbing a fence to explore forbidden territory; hiding from security while in said tree; swinging from the old and historic branches of said tree...
Mission Status: Complete
Adventure Two: Finding a Stick
Adventure Details: Use the stick to fish out a nickel from a fountain
Mission Status: Failed
Adventure Details: Use the stick to fish out a nickel from a fountain
Mission Status: Failed
Adventure Three: Throwing a Penny Over a Wall and Into a Fountain
Mission Status: Complete
Adventure Four: Analyzing death rates from various heights on suicide bridge
Mission Status: Disputed as to Completion
Adventure Five: Recreating the movie Over the Hedge
Rebellious Activity Involved: Potential Destruction of Property
Adventure Seven: Standing on Your Head in Front of the Fountain
Rebellious Activity Involved: Potential Destruction of Property
Mission Status: Accomplished
Adventure Six: Walking the Creepy Tom Sawyer Staircase
Mission Status: Failed (It got too dark)
Adventure Seven: Standing on Your Head in Front of the FountainMission Status: Complete
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Attention Frequent Male Visitors of Apartment B22...
Another of my roommates, Sarah Adelaide Dignal is off the market. You may go cry alone now.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Update on the New Shoes
Well, we're off to a rocky start. By rocky I mean an agonizing forty-five minutes of shoe rubbing the tops of my toes raw until I was bleeding through my sock. I couldn't hide the limp as I walked to my car afterward.
You have bested me tonight, new shoes. But tomorrow you will learn submission....
You have bested me tonight, new shoes. But tomorrow you will learn submission....
New Shoes
I hate wearing shoes.
I blame my aversion of standard footwear on camp, where the rules state that closed toes shoes must be worn at all times with the exception of your bed, the showers, or the pool. Fortunately, as lifeguard for three summers, I was able to wear my beloved flip flops for half the day, only slipping on those old tennies when dinner came around and for subsequent meetings after.
All of this is to say I don't buy shoes often. I'm not a girly girl who has a million pairs of shoes. Most of my "shoes" are actually sandals in some form. In fact, the only shoes I ever wear serve a specific purpose, i.e., my running shoes and my soccer cleats or the shoes I wear when it's raining (I have this thing about getting my feet wet....). I just don't see the point in dirtying a pair of socks when I much prefer my flip flops. So when I go out and buy shoes it's not just for the heck of it. It is because I absolutely, desperately, can't get around it anymore, must buy another pair because the ones I am currently wearing could fall of my feet at any moment. Because that's pretty much the point my shoes get before I'll give in and spend money on a new pair:
I give you Exhibit A:
As you can see I had far exceeded that point where I needed new shoes.
I think I could have gone a couple more months on these bad boys except that indoor soccer at school is starting up tonight, and I must admit the duct tape makes me a bit self-conscious. It's fine for running around the block, jogging to my pink ipod. It's completely different to actually wear them out in public.
So I bought me some new shoes and I even wore them to class tonight to break them in a bit before the inaugural game. Good luck, new tennies. I hope we have many good times together, and hopefully you will not end up with the misfortune of your predecessors, whose current home is the kitchen trash. Until tomorrow, when their new home is the city dump....
I blame my aversion of standard footwear on camp, where the rules state that closed toes shoes must be worn at all times with the exception of your bed, the showers, or the pool. Fortunately, as lifeguard for three summers, I was able to wear my beloved flip flops for half the day, only slipping on those old tennies when dinner came around and for subsequent meetings after.
All of this is to say I don't buy shoes often. I'm not a girly girl who has a million pairs of shoes. Most of my "shoes" are actually sandals in some form. In fact, the only shoes I ever wear serve a specific purpose, i.e., my running shoes and my soccer cleats or the shoes I wear when it's raining (I have this thing about getting my feet wet....). I just don't see the point in dirtying a pair of socks when I much prefer my flip flops. So when I go out and buy shoes it's not just for the heck of it. It is because I absolutely, desperately, can't get around it anymore, must buy another pair because the ones I am currently wearing could fall of my feet at any moment. Because that's pretty much the point my shoes get before I'll give in and spend money on a new pair:
I give you Exhibit A:
As you can see I had far exceeded that point where I needed new shoes.
I think I could have gone a couple more months on these bad boys except that indoor soccer at school is starting up tonight, and I must admit the duct tape makes me a bit self-conscious. It's fine for running around the block, jogging to my pink ipod. It's completely different to actually wear them out in public.
So I bought me some new shoes and I even wore them to class tonight to break them in a bit before the inaugural game. Good luck, new tennies. I hope we have many good times together, and hopefully you will not end up with the misfortune of your predecessors, whose current home is the kitchen trash. Until tomorrow, when their new home is the city dump....
Thursday, September 14, 2006
First up... Snow White
This one was way different than I remembered it. Snow White is kind of ditzy most of the time, but the prince still loved her... that's encouraging for the rest of us ditzy girls!
"I'm wishing for the one I love
To find me today
I'm hoping
And I'm dreaming of
The nice things he'll say"
Yup, good song.
... And They Lived Happily Ever After
Six months ago or so, Mandy and I were watching the Disney channel one night and happened to catch Cinderella. It was pretty rad seeing a movie you haven't seen since you were, like, five, and I got the idea to watch all the old Disney movies, especially the ones that I didn't quite "get" when I was little.
For instance, Jenna rented Lady and the Tramp last week, and as we watched it I realized just how much went over my head when I watched that movie as a kid. I mean, there are a lot of references in that movie that an eight-year-old doesn't get.
Currently, Sonia, Jenna, and I are watching Snow White, which we rented from the library (free movie rentals this month- go check it out). Actually Sonia is slightly mocking it. I think she may have been deprived of Disney as a child. But Jenna and I are watching it, and I highly recommend to all my adoring fans that you also take an "grown-up" look at this movie. I don't know how I watched it at age five without being absolutely terrified. Or, maybe I was and it's just one of my many repressed memories....
Here's the complete list of Disney movies, with dates and some fun facts, that I'll be checking off as I re-watch each classic. Oh, the hours of childish enjoyment ahead of us!
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (12/21/1937) Granted a special Academy Award for screen innovation in 1938: one large and seven small oscars.
Pinocchio (02/07/1940)
Fantasia (11/13/1940)
Dumbo (10/23/1941) The first of the animated films to have been released on video.
Bambi (08/13/1942) As a bit of trivia, this is the animated feature with the fewest lines of dialog.
Saludos Amigos (02/06/1943) Set in South America, this film was targeted more towards the population in Latin America as the audience in Europe, and revenues from that continent, dwindled in World War II.
The Three Caballeros (02/03/1945) This is somewhat of a sequel to Saludos Amigos.
Make Mine Music (08/15/1946) Almost like a second Fantasia, but featuring more popular music in 10 shorter sequences, which lack the depth that Fantasia had. It also included Casey at the Bat. Parts of this film have been released separately, under the titles Willie, the Operatic Whale and Peter and the Wolf.
Fun and Fancy Free (09/27/1947) Contained the two stories Mickey and the Beanstalk and Bongo.
Melody Time (05/27/1948)
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (10/05/1949) Available as separate short films, under the titles The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and The Wind in the Willows.
Cinderella (02/15/1950) It has been said that this was Walt Disney's favorite film.
Alice in Wonderland (07/28/1951)
Peter Pan (02/05/1953)
Lady and the Tramp (06/22/1955)
Sleeping Beauty (01/29/1959)
101 Dalmatians (01/25/1961)
The Sword in the Stone (12/25/1963)
The Jungle Book (10/18/1967) This was the last film that Walt Disney worked on, as he died prior to its release.
The Aristocats (12/24/1970)
Robin Hood (11/08/1973)
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
The Rescuers (06/22/1977) This film was the last that was developed by the original (Walt) generation of Disney lead animators.
The Fox and the Hound (07/10/1981) The first major effort by the "new generation" of Disney artists.
The Black Cauldron (07/24/1985)
The Great Mouse Detective (07/02/1986)
Oliver and Company (11/18/1988) Made $54M in it's initial release, which at the time was the highest box-office gross of any animated film in its first theatrical run.
The Little Mermaid (11/17/1989) Grossed $89M in its initial US release. This movie is generally thought to mark the beginning of the New Era of Disney animation.
The Rescuers Down Under (11/10/1990) Disney's first official animated sequel. Grossed around $28M in its initial US release. The first feature extensively using the help of computers, which makes it stunning to look at (even from today's view).
Beauty and the Beast (11/15/1991)
Aladdin (11/11/1992)
The Lion King (6/15/94)
Pocahontas (6/23/95)
The Hunchback of Notre Dame (06/21/1996)
Hercules (06/27/1997)
Mulan (06/06/1998)
Tarzan (06/18/1999)
Fantasia 2000 (1999/31/12)
The Emperor's New Groove (12/15/2000)
Atlantis: The Lost Empire (06/15/2001)
For instance, Jenna rented Lady and the Tramp last week, and as we watched it I realized just how much went over my head when I watched that movie as a kid. I mean, there are a lot of references in that movie that an eight-year-old doesn't get.
Currently, Sonia, Jenna, and I are watching Snow White, which we rented from the library (free movie rentals this month- go check it out). Actually Sonia is slightly mocking it. I think she may have been deprived of Disney as a child. But Jenna and I are watching it, and I highly recommend to all my adoring fans that you also take an "grown-up" look at this movie. I don't know how I watched it at age five without being absolutely terrified. Or, maybe I was and it's just one of my many repressed memories....
Here's the complete list of Disney movies, with dates and some fun facts, that I'll be checking off as I re-watch each classic. Oh, the hours of childish enjoyment ahead of us!
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (12/21/1937) Granted a special Academy Award for screen innovation in 1938: one large and seven small oscars.
Pinocchio (02/07/1940)
Fantasia (11/13/1940)
Dumbo (10/23/1941) The first of the animated films to have been released on video.
Bambi (08/13/1942) As a bit of trivia, this is the animated feature with the fewest lines of dialog.
Saludos Amigos (02/06/1943) Set in South America, this film was targeted more towards the population in Latin America as the audience in Europe, and revenues from that continent, dwindled in World War II.
The Three Caballeros (02/03/1945) This is somewhat of a sequel to Saludos Amigos.
Make Mine Music (08/15/1946) Almost like a second Fantasia, but featuring more popular music in 10 shorter sequences, which lack the depth that Fantasia had. It also included Casey at the Bat. Parts of this film have been released separately, under the titles Willie, the Operatic Whale and Peter and the Wolf.
Fun and Fancy Free (09/27/1947) Contained the two stories Mickey and the Beanstalk and Bongo.
Melody Time (05/27/1948)
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (10/05/1949) Available as separate short films, under the titles The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and The Wind in the Willows.
Cinderella (02/15/1950) It has been said that this was Walt Disney's favorite film.
Alice in Wonderland (07/28/1951)
Peter Pan (02/05/1953)
Lady and the Tramp (06/22/1955)
Sleeping Beauty (01/29/1959)
101 Dalmatians (01/25/1961)
The Sword in the Stone (12/25/1963)
The Jungle Book (10/18/1967) This was the last film that Walt Disney worked on, as he died prior to its release.
The Aristocats (12/24/1970)
Robin Hood (11/08/1973)
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
The Rescuers (06/22/1977) This film was the last that was developed by the original (Walt) generation of Disney lead animators.
The Fox and the Hound (07/10/1981) The first major effort by the "new generation" of Disney artists.
The Black Cauldron (07/24/1985)
The Great Mouse Detective (07/02/1986)
Oliver and Company (11/18/1988) Made $54M in it's initial release, which at the time was the highest box-office gross of any animated film in its first theatrical run.
The Little Mermaid (11/17/1989) Grossed $89M in its initial US release. This movie is generally thought to mark the beginning of the New Era of Disney animation.
The Rescuers Down Under (11/10/1990) Disney's first official animated sequel. Grossed around $28M in its initial US release. The first feature extensively using the help of computers, which makes it stunning to look at (even from today's view).
Beauty and the Beast (11/15/1991)
Aladdin (11/11/1992)
The Lion King (6/15/94)
Pocahontas (6/23/95)
The Hunchback of Notre Dame (06/21/1996)
Hercules (06/27/1997)
Mulan (06/06/1998)
Tarzan (06/18/1999)
Fantasia 2000 (1999/31/12)
The Emperor's New Groove (12/15/2000)
Atlantis: The Lost Empire (06/15/2001)
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The Great Escape
Tonight's Mood: Happy Camper
So I sat in on the first Research class today. Basically, the class is one huge senior project, the topics of which had been chosen in a previous class by all the Comm seniors this year. I was told not to worry, all I had to do was find a topic of interest in the category of Communication in one of the periodicals in the Cayot room of the library. Riiiiiight. That's what I was thinking as I sat there, bright smile plastered on my face as I went over my options for escape. Hmmm, what kind of interpersonal communication study do I want to devote the next entire four months to for the purpose of fulfilling a second capstone course? Oh, there are soooo many options.
Oh, no. I knew then and there I would have to find a way out. Fortunatley, I remembered Sarnowki's offer to do directed research with me and suddenly the entire world opened up before me. See ya, Research class. I'm taking Editing next semester, what now?
One trip to Admin, ten minute standing outside Sarnowski's door, twenty minutes laying out my plan for Dr. White, and a nice little visit with Dr. Sarnowski (in which we discussed my opinions of my own senior project), I left school enrolled in World Religions and Intro to Psych, and Research in Communications was just a thing of the past.
Life is, once again, good.
And now we are watching Anne of Green Gables, the part where Gilbert is about to become sick and Anne realizes, when he almost dies, that she loves him and they get to live happily ever after. Ahhhh, I love that movie.
So I sat in on the first Research class today. Basically, the class is one huge senior project, the topics of which had been chosen in a previous class by all the Comm seniors this year. I was told not to worry, all I had to do was find a topic of interest in the category of Communication in one of the periodicals in the Cayot room of the library. Riiiiiight. That's what I was thinking as I sat there, bright smile plastered on my face as I went over my options for escape. Hmmm, what kind of interpersonal communication study do I want to devote the next entire four months to for the purpose of fulfilling a second capstone course? Oh, there are soooo many options.
Oh, no. I knew then and there I would have to find a way out. Fortunatley, I remembered Sarnowki's offer to do directed research with me and suddenly the entire world opened up before me. See ya, Research class. I'm taking Editing next semester, what now?
One trip to Admin, ten minute standing outside Sarnowski's door, twenty minutes laying out my plan for Dr. White, and a nice little visit with Dr. Sarnowski (in which we discussed my opinions of my own senior project), I left school enrolled in World Religions and Intro to Psych, and Research in Communications was just a thing of the past.
Life is, once again, good.
And now we are watching Anne of Green Gables, the part where Gilbert is about to become sick and Anne realizes, when he almost dies, that she loves him and they get to live happily ever after. Ahhhh, I love that movie.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Take it from me...
Tonight's mood: Frustrated
Take it from me- when you get to college, figure out quickly what you want to do and then set out your master plan on how you're going to accomplish it.
Now me, I always knew what I wanted to do, ever since I was eleven years old and tried my hand at writing my first book. It didn't get very far, but staying up late every night on that old typewriter made me fall in love with the process of telling a story. So I'm going to be a writer. Enough said.
However, when you go to a small school, such as mine, getting classes that actually help you in certain life goals sometimes is hard to accomplish. For instance, I just in the last year discovered that for the goals I have, a major in English is not very helpful. Neither is a major in Communications. But... when I combine various writing and grammar classes from English with certain research and theory classes from Communications... woo-hoo! I've practically made up my own Journalism degree.
This is quite excellent, and definitely a winning idea for any SDCCer who can't get enough out of just one major, except for one thing: I discovered this at the end of my junior year, after six semesters of setting myself up for a degree in English.
As my roommate Jenna would say, "Oh, blast."
So here I am, my second year as a senior, with just one more upper division class to fit into my schedule before spring. I thought I had it all planned until the horrendous discovery this afternoon that my Research in Communications class that I was so looking forward to is... (dramatic chords here) a CAPSTONE class! Oh, horrors! Basically this means it's a senior project class, complete with ridiculously long senior paper, maddeningly stressful senior presentation, and many moments of serious contemplation of whether one really needs a degree to get by in life or not. In other words, it's not fun.
I sit here tonight, awaiting former Communications classmates to send their opinions, via myspace messaging, as to whether I should grin and bear it in Research for the educational experience I would get aside from the project part of it, or resort, for simplicity's sake, to a class called Rhetorical Theory (which is more than likely every bit as boring as it sounds). Rhetorical isn't offered until spring, so if I opt for it, I have to figure out what elective class I would have taken next semester, and fit it in now... there's just so much to decide!!!! I can't take it anymore!!!
Take it from me, the frenzied two-year Senior-- figure it all out freshman year! Save yourself and your sanity and give yourself a nice relaxing, stress-free senior year!
Peace, out.
Take it from me- when you get to college, figure out quickly what you want to do and then set out your master plan on how you're going to accomplish it.
Now me, I always knew what I wanted to do, ever since I was eleven years old and tried my hand at writing my first book. It didn't get very far, but staying up late every night on that old typewriter made me fall in love with the process of telling a story. So I'm going to be a writer. Enough said.
However, when you go to a small school, such as mine, getting classes that actually help you in certain life goals sometimes is hard to accomplish. For instance, I just in the last year discovered that for the goals I have, a major in English is not very helpful. Neither is a major in Communications. But... when I combine various writing and grammar classes from English with certain research and theory classes from Communications... woo-hoo! I've practically made up my own Journalism degree.
This is quite excellent, and definitely a winning idea for any SDCCer who can't get enough out of just one major, except for one thing: I discovered this at the end of my junior year, after six semesters of setting myself up for a degree in English.
As my roommate Jenna would say, "Oh, blast."
So here I am, my second year as a senior, with just one more upper division class to fit into my schedule before spring. I thought I had it all planned until the horrendous discovery this afternoon that my Research in Communications class that I was so looking forward to is... (dramatic chords here) a CAPSTONE class! Oh, horrors! Basically this means it's a senior project class, complete with ridiculously long senior paper, maddeningly stressful senior presentation, and many moments of serious contemplation of whether one really needs a degree to get by in life or not. In other words, it's not fun.
I sit here tonight, awaiting former Communications classmates to send their opinions, via myspace messaging, as to whether I should grin and bear it in Research for the educational experience I would get aside from the project part of it, or resort, for simplicity's sake, to a class called Rhetorical Theory (which is more than likely every bit as boring as it sounds). Rhetorical isn't offered until spring, so if I opt for it, I have to figure out what elective class I would have taken next semester, and fit it in now... there's just so much to decide!!!! I can't take it anymore!!!
Take it from me, the frenzied two-year Senior-- figure it all out freshman year! Save yourself and your sanity and give yourself a nice relaxing, stress-free senior year!
Peace, out.
Friday, August 25, 2006
In a Galaxy Far, Far, Away...
Well, on Friday I had written out and saved my thoughts on the whole Pluto-isn't-a-planet-anymore controversy, to be re-worded and published later that day (I'm an English major, things have to look good and I was too rushed to approve of my own writing), but alas, I forgot about it until just now. So here's the abridged version of what I was going to write:
1) What the 'H' are they doing to the structure upon which my education was built. Does nothing stay consistent and dependable in this world?!?! (Agonizing sigh here)
2) Remember that cute little rhyme we learned about fourth grade, when we were memorizing all nine planets in our solar system? What was it....? Oh, yes. My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas. Take out Pluto, and what will the new rhyme look like? What will Mother make now? Nachos? Nectarines? Oh, what these poor children will go through.
3) I can just see the poor fourth graders now. Yesterday the teacher was talking about nine planets, and today there are only eight? Suddenly an entire planet is gone? Nine year olds can't handle that! I can't handle that!
4) Plus for scientific text book publishing companies: Increased yearly sales in 2006, as all of their authors submit their 27th editions even earlier than expected.
5) Here's the best information I got: National Geographic's got the scoop.
6) Or, if you prefer denial, check out this guy's take on it.
1) What the 'H' are they doing to the structure upon which my education was built. Does nothing stay consistent and dependable in this world?!?! (Agonizing sigh here)
2) Remember that cute little rhyme we learned about fourth grade, when we were memorizing all nine planets in our solar system? What was it....? Oh, yes. My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas. Take out Pluto, and what will the new rhyme look like? What will Mother make now? Nachos? Nectarines? Oh, what these poor children will go through.
3) I can just see the poor fourth graders now. Yesterday the teacher was talking about nine planets, and today there are only eight? Suddenly an entire planet is gone? Nine year olds can't handle that! I can't handle that!
4) Plus for scientific text book publishing companies: Increased yearly sales in 2006, as all of their authors submit their 27th editions even earlier than expected.
5) Here's the best information I got: National Geographic's got the scoop.
6) Or, if you prefer denial, check out this guy's take on it.
Monday, August 21, 2006
This one's for you, Fuller Student...
Well, we still have not found the DVD remote, but hopes are high around here. Special thanks to David and Tori for blessing us with leftovers of their wedding cheesecake, which I was able to bring home to the delight of four hungry roommates. Even Paulby (name changed to protect the innocent) got to partake in the matrimonial cheesecake, as he was given a sample slice at his birthday picnic today.
Anyway, since this is a special entry just for Josh Serrano, but I ended up talking more about cheesecake in it, I thought I would post a picture from the wedding of Josh and me (eating the cheesecake, of course).
Tag, Josh. You're it! Time to blog something new!
Anyway, since this is a special entry just for Josh Serrano, but I ended up talking more about cheesecake in it, I thought I would post a picture from the wedding of Josh and me (eating the cheesecake, of course).Tag, Josh. You're it! Time to blog something new!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Last night at B22... version 2.0
So last night we had to call Cox tech support to get our internet hooked back up (again). Since Sonia was demanding that it be done that second, I made her wait on hold after the automatic voice told me that they were experiencing abnormally excessive calls that night.
So Sonia waited.
Eventually (actually, not too long into it), Sonia couldn't take it any longer and started talking into the phone. Things like, "Pleeeeeeaasseeeee, let me be next," and "Pretty, pretty please, I just need to talk to someone real fast."
During the chants of "SBC! SBC!" Sarah revealed to Sonia that there are people called "quality control" whose job is to listen to five or six people on hold at a time to make sure things are going okay. And as soon as Sonia heard that, she started talking directly to Mr. or Ms. Quality Control person. Soon she was telling jokes, camp jokes, the ones meant to make only us and anybody who's spent over two summers at IHC laugh. Towards the end, she was trying to entice them to talk back. Something like, "Come on! I'm bored, you're bored, just talk to me!"
She pretty much had us in stitches with her comments and jokes, before her eyes got really wide and she started laughing. Covering the phone, she whispered, "They talked to me. She said I'm next!"
Woo-hoo! It's kind of like making the British guards crack a smile. Sonia made the quality control person speak. Victory!
So Sonia waited.
Eventually (actually, not too long into it), Sonia couldn't take it any longer and started talking into the phone. Things like, "Pleeeeeeaasseeeee, let me be next," and "Pretty, pretty please, I just need to talk to someone real fast."
During the chants of "SBC! SBC!" Sarah revealed to Sonia that there are people called "quality control" whose job is to listen to five or six people on hold at a time to make sure things are going okay. And as soon as Sonia heard that, she started talking directly to Mr. or Ms. Quality Control person. Soon she was telling jokes, camp jokes, the ones meant to make only us and anybody who's spent over two summers at IHC laugh. Towards the end, she was trying to entice them to talk back. Something like, "Come on! I'm bored, you're bored, just talk to me!"
She pretty much had us in stitches with her comments and jokes, before her eyes got really wide and she started laughing. Covering the phone, she whispered, "They talked to me. She said I'm next!"
Woo-hoo! It's kind of like making the British guards crack a smile. Sonia made the quality control person speak. Victory!
Friday, August 11, 2006
B22 Updates
1) There are flies in our apartment. I came home yesterday, and there were like thirty of those big flies swarming our porch door trying to get home. And I killed every last one of them with country fresh scented Raid. I think Mandy thought I was being a little overdramatic when I told her of the fly fiasco later that night, but she called me this morning while I was at work to ask what the heck was up with all the flies. They're ba-ack. All I have to say is there had better not be thirty more flies in that place when I get home. I will be upset.
2) My new roommate's coming home tomorrow. Yea for Ikea trips and beach days!
3) Starting next weekend we will all be home for good. First town counsel meeting is next Saturday!
2) My new roommate's coming home tomorrow. Yea for Ikea trips and beach days!
3) Starting next weekend we will all be home for good. First town counsel meeting is next Saturday!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Yea for August Birthdays!
I was a little sad that no one was going to be around on my birthday, that all I had to look forward to was a full day at work and a Youth Venture shift that night. But... my amazing friends who are stinking amazing, made my day right off by calling me from camp, via Alicia's cell phone, which is pretty much the only phone that works at camp. So, thanks to all you crazy kids who called me during breakfast and totally made my entire day. You're the best!
Of course, the Youth Venture kids had no mercy on me later that night, even if it was my birthday, although I was in the lead for about half of one of the Halo games until my teammate left. Next week, you guys. Next week.
Of course, the Youth Venture kids had no mercy on me later that night, even if it was my birthday, although I was in the lead for about half of one of the Halo games until my teammate left. Next week, you guys. Next week.
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
Retraction
Previously I wrote an entry about how I was mad at a particular book for not giving me the particular ending I was looking for. Let me add a little more detail here. I was upset with said book because it was written by my favoritest author in the entire world but lacked the tone I have come to adore from her. In fact, the book lacked all characteristics that usually make up her books, including, but not limited to, life-changing spiritual experiences and some deep theology woven in.
As I read, I kept expecting the characters to realize their need for God and how foolish they'd been living their live without Him and all that, and by the time I reached the end, and they had not had their stereotypical encounter, I was hopping mad that I had had to read the last quarter of it to just to get the end where nothing I expected happened. It was just... a book. No learning experience. No moral behind the story. Just a book. Granted, it was about sacrificial love and had some good life lessons in it, but it wasn't what I wanted from my favoritest author ever. Thus, the throw across the room.
Well, wouldn't you know, the very next day I came across an interview said author did soon after said book came out. The difference between the book and her other works was addressed, and she explained that this particular book was her way of trying to reach out into the secular world. She hoped to get people who wouldn't necessarily read a "Christian" book to read a regular book that would suck them in and leave them wanting more-- pushing them to the rest of her stellar novels, which are all Christian themed.
Ouch. Don't I feel stupid?
I'm so sorry, Karen Kingsbury. I never should have doubted you.
As I read, I kept expecting the characters to realize their need for God and how foolish they'd been living their live without Him and all that, and by the time I reached the end, and they had not had their stereotypical encounter, I was hopping mad that I had had to read the last quarter of it to just to get the end where nothing I expected happened. It was just... a book. No learning experience. No moral behind the story. Just a book. Granted, it was about sacrificial love and had some good life lessons in it, but it wasn't what I wanted from my favoritest author ever. Thus, the throw across the room.
Well, wouldn't you know, the very next day I came across an interview said author did soon after said book came out. The difference between the book and her other works was addressed, and she explained that this particular book was her way of trying to reach out into the secular world. She hoped to get people who wouldn't necessarily read a "Christian" book to read a regular book that would suck them in and leave them wanting more-- pushing them to the rest of her stellar novels, which are all Christian themed.
Ouch. Don't I feel stupid?
I'm so sorry, Karen Kingsbury. I never should have doubted you.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
On Vampires and Neighbor Boys
Legend has it that a vampire cannot enter a house without first being invited in. But as soon as that invitation is given, the repentant homeowner cannot issue an un-invitation; the vampire gets free reign in that house. And as we all know, vampires do not make for friendly houseguests.
So when Sarah mentioned during our late Monday night watching of The Notebook that we should invite the neighbor boys down for chick flick night, for some reason vampires immediately came to mind. Hmmmm... I may be giving them the benefit of the doubt right now, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to unleash them into my living room. I have a feeling we may end up with results not unlike the vampire myth by inviting neighbor boys in. So, Sarah, let's hold off on inviting them in until it's something really important... like a rat has snuck in or a spider needs to be killed.
Disclaimer: Just in case off of you overprotective male protectors of Apartment B22 out there just got a little worried about our judgment, Sarah was (for the most part) joking about letting them in at 11:00pm to watch a chick flick with us.
A comedy, maybe, but not a chick flick. We barely know these neighbor boys.
So when Sarah mentioned during our late Monday night watching of The Notebook that we should invite the neighbor boys down for chick flick night, for some reason vampires immediately came to mind. Hmmmm... I may be giving them the benefit of the doubt right now, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to unleash them into my living room. I have a feeling we may end up with results not unlike the vampire myth by inviting neighbor boys in. So, Sarah, let's hold off on inviting them in until it's something really important... like a rat has snuck in or a spider needs to be killed.
Disclaimer: Just in case off of you overprotective male protectors of Apartment B22 out there just got a little worried about our judgment, Sarah was (for the most part) joking about letting them in at 11:00pm to watch a chick flick with us.
A comedy, maybe, but not a chick flick. We barely know these neighbor boys.
Tuesday, August 1, 2006
Dear Neighbor Boys,
Seeing as how you've become the source of many jokes and much glee in our little household, especially out on the porch and in the blogging world, let it be known that I have given you the benefit of the doubt from the start. While others may question your character and ways at first, I am sure you are decent, upstanding, moral young men who have only our best interests at heart. You have already demonstrated that in multiple attempts to help out with heavy lifting and your nice smiles as we pass each other on the shared sidewalk outside our humble abodes. That said, welcome to the neighborhood, please tread lightly above us (especially at two in the morning), and hopefully you'll never discover our blogs... and what we really think of you!
Respectfully,
Your new neighbor downstairs
Respectfully,
Your new neighbor downstairs
Frustration
I have read very few books that have made me mad at the end. Usually, I can tell by about 75% of the way if I am either going to enjoy the last quarter of it, or if things are not going to have a happy ending, that the characters will not live happily ever after, and therefore I will not be satisfied when the last page is reached.
I finished such a book tonight. When I reached that last page, I threw the stupid thing across the room. I was already mad for the last half hour of reading it, and the ending just threw me over the edge.
Sarah, when you come in later tonight and question the book lying in the middle of the floor, please refrain from picking it up. It needs some time to sit and think about what it's done.
I finished such a book tonight. When I reached that last page, I threw the stupid thing across the room. I was already mad for the last half hour of reading it, and the ending just threw me over the edge.
Sarah, when you come in later tonight and question the book lying in the middle of the floor, please refrain from picking it up. It needs some time to sit and think about what it's done.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Perfect Contentment
Well, I finally found it. Perfect contentment is sitting in a huge comfy couch, out on your porch at midnight on a Friday night, with the book you couldn't put down all day in your hands, knowing that you can stay out there all night without interruptions and finish the story... and then perhaps write one of your own.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
What a Happy Day for Me!
Today I learned that you can download trials of Microsoft software. Hello, Digital Image Suite-- you belong to me for the next 60 days. And then I will buy you for $9.99 off of ebay from a guy who lives in Ohio.
What a great world we live in....
What a great world we live in....
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
World Cup 2006
Arachniphobia
So... the Italians won. Yee-ha.
2010, Germany. 2010.
Anyway, back to life. So our new apartment is infested with spiders. And not the nice looking daddy long legs, or those little tiny spiders that run across your book while your doing homework that you just flick away without a second thought. No, these are BRAND NEW SPIDERS NEVER BEFORE SEEN TO HUMAN EYES. Or at least not to my human eyes. Not even at camp have I seen spiders like these. For all I know they're highly poisonous. Size-wize, they are somewhere in between the daddy long legs and the tiny spiders, which puts them in the category of pure evil. They're big enough to freak you out, big enough to easily see them crawling across the floor to your bed at night to kill you. That's right, Paul Breuninger, they are out to kill me! They're icky and sinister looking and they like to stare me down.
Did I mention that so far I'm the only who has gotten to experience these spiders so far? I think the others are honestly beginning to question if being all alone for a month has finally taken its toll on my mind.
Let me set the record straight. THEY ARE REAL. THEY ARE EVIL. THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OVER OUR APARTMENT. One actually followed me all the way to work one morning. I could see it as I drove, hanging on to one of my side mirrors. When I got to work I knocked it off with my shoe, afraid if I left it on my car it would sneak inside somehow. When I left work later that day, I found out-- the hard way-- that the darn thing had fought its way back up and was camped out underneath my door handle. I am still afraid to open my car door.
Then there was the spider that had the audacity to make this huge web right outside our front door. I convinced Paul to pull that thing down real quick, but he refused to kill the spider and I just know that's going to come back to haunt me. The spider probably lies in wait for his chance to get in the house... if he's not already in there, watching my every move from a secret lair above the cupboards.
Or in my closet. Which is where I found the latest spider this morning. Or rather, I found it after I had pulled out a shirt to wear and was about to put it on and realized something was scurrying across the front of it. ARRGGHHH. Now I can't even put on clothes without the fear.
And the funny thing is, I was never scared of spiders. Bees and other flying insects have always been my weakness. Spiders were safe. They can't fly, they can't run faster than me-- clearly I have the advantage. But not when they OUTNUMBER ME!
Does anybody have any good exterminating tips?
2010, Germany. 2010.
Anyway, back to life. So our new apartment is infested with spiders. And not the nice looking daddy long legs, or those little tiny spiders that run across your book while your doing homework that you just flick away without a second thought. No, these are BRAND NEW SPIDERS NEVER BEFORE SEEN TO HUMAN EYES. Or at least not to my human eyes. Not even at camp have I seen spiders like these. For all I know they're highly poisonous. Size-wize, they are somewhere in between the daddy long legs and the tiny spiders, which puts them in the category of pure evil. They're big enough to freak you out, big enough to easily see them crawling across the floor to your bed at night to kill you. That's right, Paul Breuninger, they are out to kill me! They're icky and sinister looking and they like to stare me down.
Did I mention that so far I'm the only who has gotten to experience these spiders so far? I think the others are honestly beginning to question if being all alone for a month has finally taken its toll on my mind.
Let me set the record straight. THEY ARE REAL. THEY ARE EVIL. THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OVER OUR APARTMENT. One actually followed me all the way to work one morning. I could see it as I drove, hanging on to one of my side mirrors. When I got to work I knocked it off with my shoe, afraid if I left it on my car it would sneak inside somehow. When I left work later that day, I found out-- the hard way-- that the darn thing had fought its way back up and was camped out underneath my door handle. I am still afraid to open my car door.
Then there was the spider that had the audacity to make this huge web right outside our front door. I convinced Paul to pull that thing down real quick, but he refused to kill the spider and I just know that's going to come back to haunt me. The spider probably lies in wait for his chance to get in the house... if he's not already in there, watching my every move from a secret lair above the cupboards.
Or in my closet. Which is where I found the latest spider this morning. Or rather, I found it after I had pulled out a shirt to wear and was about to put it on and realized something was scurrying across the front of it. ARRGGHHH. Now I can't even put on clothes without the fear.
And the funny thing is, I was never scared of spiders. Bees and other flying insects have always been my weakness. Spiders were safe. They can't fly, they can't run faster than me-- clearly I have the advantage. But not when they OUTNUMBER ME!
Does anybody have any good exterminating tips?
Friday, June 30, 2006
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Today I Feel...
Today I feel...
I'm not sure. It's one of those days that's happy one minute and frustrating the next. I did what I always do when things get too frustrating... went running. I had to explore the streets of this new apartment complex anyway.
You know when you've got so many things running through your mind, that you want to just keep running... and running and running, until all of it in your head finally stops? But then, with every step you get further from home, you know you have just that much more to run back. And eventually you can't run anymore, and you have to start back home, because it's getting dark and you're not familiar enough with the neighborhood to be running at night.
That's kind of how I felt tonight.
I'm not sure. It's one of those days that's happy one minute and frustrating the next. I did what I always do when things get too frustrating... went running. I had to explore the streets of this new apartment complex anyway.
You know when you've got so many things running through your mind, that you want to just keep running... and running and running, until all of it in your head finally stops? But then, with every step you get further from home, you know you have just that much more to run back. And eventually you can't run anymore, and you have to start back home, because it's getting dark and you're not familiar enough with the neighborhood to be running at night.
That's kind of how I felt tonight.
Friday, May 26, 2006
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
My current thoughts....
So as I sit here absolutely HATING MY LIFE because of this STUPID PROJECT, it strikes me as completely ironic that I am putting myself through the agony of this class while a) I don't even want to do this for the rest of my life, so why is my senior project on it? and b) I'M PAYING THEM A LOT OF MONEY TO MAKE ME DO THIS.
Four more days, and I am free.... free, Free, FREE!!!!!
Four more days, and I am free.... free, Free, FREE!!!!!
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Cobblestone Capers
Some people get their house toilet papered. Some get their lawn forked. Some people get their cars stuffed with balloons.
Well, tonight, my truck got mattressed.
It all started a couple of days ago when Mandy walked outside one morning to go to work and found a king sized mattress resting atop the roof of her car. A bit surprised, as most people are when they find furniture on their cars, she simply rolled the thing off and rested it against the wall.
So the mattress sat there for a couple of days, until it appeared once more atop her car. And once more it was rolled back to the wall.
Well, tonight, Sonia left with Paul, and Mandy left with Dan, and I stayed home for about half an hour by myself before heading out to my truck to go watch Jessica and Mikey's wedding video.
The mattress had found its way into the bed of my truck.
I just stood there and stared at it, wondering how I was gracefully going to haul that thing out, maneuver it between the cars parked on either side of me, and return it to its resting place against the wall.
Fortunately, I did not have to wonder long, as two of my neighbors, specifically known on the internet as Analyst Catalyst and his gf, happened to pull up, and A.C., the hero of the night, not only took the mattress from my truck, but also officially destroyed it, ending any more mattress mischief that may have ensued.
I blamed Mandy and Dan, but when I walked in and they and Sonia and Paul spilled the beans, I was told it was none other than... (da, da DA)... Justin Miller.
Revenge will be mine, Miller. I know where you sleep in Apartment 25....
Well, tonight, my truck got mattressed.
It all started a couple of days ago when Mandy walked outside one morning to go to work and found a king sized mattress resting atop the roof of her car. A bit surprised, as most people are when they find furniture on their cars, she simply rolled the thing off and rested it against the wall.
So the mattress sat there for a couple of days, until it appeared once more atop her car. And once more it was rolled back to the wall.
Well, tonight, Sonia left with Paul, and Mandy left with Dan, and I stayed home for about half an hour by myself before heading out to my truck to go watch Jessica and Mikey's wedding video.
The mattress had found its way into the bed of my truck.
I just stood there and stared at it, wondering how I was gracefully going to haul that thing out, maneuver it between the cars parked on either side of me, and return it to its resting place against the wall.
Fortunately, I did not have to wonder long, as two of my neighbors, specifically known on the internet as Analyst Catalyst and his gf, happened to pull up, and A.C., the hero of the night, not only took the mattress from my truck, but also officially destroyed it, ending any more mattress mischief that may have ensued.
I blamed Mandy and Dan, but when I walked in and they and Sonia and Paul spilled the beans, I was told it was none other than... (da, da DA)... Justin Miller.
Revenge will be mine, Miller. I know where you sleep in Apartment 25....
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Easter
Today was Easter.
After waking up way too early on a holiday, I stumbled to church about ten minutes before I was forced backstage and made to wait half an hour in the dark for my part in the Easter celebration/presentation/illustrated sermon to take place. Three times. In between, I taught a bunch of Biblically dressed kids who were going antsy in the multi-purpose room how to play Mafia, and I must say it was a huge hit. The illustrated sermon, too. As we sat behind the curtain (back onstage)in almost-silence (how much could they really hear from the first row anyway?), we discussed deep theological questions, like, "When is it okay to lie?" and "Well, if the Nazis came to your door and asked if you had five Jews hiding in your house, would you tell them the truth?" (Assuming you actually do have five Jews hiding in your house at the time.) We all decided we would lie, but the question was, would God hold it against us? Ooooh.
I was pretty much asleep when I got home, but I just had to clean up the apt a little-- it was driving me nuts. And then I sat down to do some homework. I got through a whole chapter without falling asleep and was really stinkin' proud of myself as I set in for the next chapter.
But in the midst of it, something was calling me. Maybe it was the fact that I was studying while laying out on the couch with the door wide open, facing the beautiful day that was going on out there without me. So, even though I was actually purposefully studying for the first time in about two months (as opposed to the quick one-through of the chapter five minutes before the quiz), I laid my book aside and went to change into my sneakers for a quick run.
It was that time of day where it was really starting to get cool outside if you were just standing around, but perfect if you were running. I figured I had about twenty-five minutes or so of daylight left so I took the usual trek up Granite Hills toward the stop sign at Washington.
When I was close to that farm off to the right, I came to this one street that has always intrigued me. Mainly because it's just a very calm-looking, nice street, but also because it winds around and I can't see more than maybe fifty yards up it. And I wanted to know where it went. So I headed up there.
It wound up for awhile before reaching its peak and heading back down in three different directions. I chose the one that headed back home. I came out on the other end, hoping I could find a side street that cut back to one closer to the apt, but I only came to dead ends. So I headed back up the hill and then down the original slope.
It was one of those streets that had no sidewalks. But the street was preferable for running anyway. It was smooth, perfectly even all the way down, and the street had this feel about it, like I wasn't really in El Cajon anymore, but somewhere that God could speak to my soul. It was just above the rest of the houses, so the sunset was gorgeous, this orange color with some pink clouds that I'm pretty sure God set out just for me.
So I was jogging down my little paradise, headphones feeding me Rob Bell's latest sermon, beautiful sunset to my left, totally feeling like I was in Nooma video, and I knew that God was the something that had been drawing me outside. Because even though spending all morning at church and then devoting my time to cleaning and homework was good, all day God had had a date planned for me and him at seven o'clock. I'm glad I didn't miss it.
After waking up way too early on a holiday, I stumbled to church about ten minutes before I was forced backstage and made to wait half an hour in the dark for my part in the Easter celebration/presentation/illustrated sermon to take place. Three times. In between, I taught a bunch of Biblically dressed kids who were going antsy in the multi-purpose room how to play Mafia, and I must say it was a huge hit. The illustrated sermon, too. As we sat behind the curtain (back onstage)in almost-silence (how much could they really hear from the first row anyway?), we discussed deep theological questions, like, "When is it okay to lie?" and "Well, if the Nazis came to your door and asked if you had five Jews hiding in your house, would you tell them the truth?" (Assuming you actually do have five Jews hiding in your house at the time.) We all decided we would lie, but the question was, would God hold it against us? Ooooh.
I was pretty much asleep when I got home, but I just had to clean up the apt a little-- it was driving me nuts. And then I sat down to do some homework. I got through a whole chapter without falling asleep and was really stinkin' proud of myself as I set in for the next chapter.
But in the midst of it, something was calling me. Maybe it was the fact that I was studying while laying out on the couch with the door wide open, facing the beautiful day that was going on out there without me. So, even though I was actually purposefully studying for the first time in about two months (as opposed to the quick one-through of the chapter five minutes before the quiz), I laid my book aside and went to change into my sneakers for a quick run.
It was that time of day where it was really starting to get cool outside if you were just standing around, but perfect if you were running. I figured I had about twenty-five minutes or so of daylight left so I took the usual trek up Granite Hills toward the stop sign at Washington.
When I was close to that farm off to the right, I came to this one street that has always intrigued me. Mainly because it's just a very calm-looking, nice street, but also because it winds around and I can't see more than maybe fifty yards up it. And I wanted to know where it went. So I headed up there.
It wound up for awhile before reaching its peak and heading back down in three different directions. I chose the one that headed back home. I came out on the other end, hoping I could find a side street that cut back to one closer to the apt, but I only came to dead ends. So I headed back up the hill and then down the original slope.
It was one of those streets that had no sidewalks. But the street was preferable for running anyway. It was smooth, perfectly even all the way down, and the street had this feel about it, like I wasn't really in El Cajon anymore, but somewhere that God could speak to my soul. It was just above the rest of the houses, so the sunset was gorgeous, this orange color with some pink clouds that I'm pretty sure God set out just for me.
So I was jogging down my little paradise, headphones feeding me Rob Bell's latest sermon, beautiful sunset to my left, totally feeling like I was in Nooma video, and I knew that God was the something that had been drawing me outside. Because even though spending all morning at church and then devoting my time to cleaning and homework was good, all day God had had a date planned for me and him at seven o'clock. I'm glad I didn't miss it.
Saturday, April 8, 2006
Tonight I feel...
For some reason I kind of feel like a Collin Raye song tonight. This one in particular, but not about anyone in particular... maybe just everybody....
She said we’re much too different, we’re from two separate worlds,
And he admitted she was partly right
But in his heart’s defense he told her, what they had in common, was strong enough to bond them for life
He said look behind your own soul, and the person that you’ll see, just might remind you of me...
I laugh
I love
I hope
I try
I hurt
I need
I fear
I cry
And I know you do the same things, too...
So we’re really not that different... me and you
She could hardly argue, with his pure and simple logic, but logic never could convince a heart
She had always dreamed of loving someone more exotic, and he just didn’t seem to fit the partSo she searched for greener pastures, but never could forget, what he whispered when she left...
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry
And I know you do the same things, too...
So we’re really not that different... me and you
Was it time or was it truth? Maybe both lead her back to his door
And as her tears fell at his feet, she didn’t say I love you... what she said meant even more
I laugh, I love, I hope, I tryI hurt, I need, I fear, I cry
And I know you do the same things, too...
So we’re really not that different, me and you
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
Catalina '06
First, let me make an observation here: We girls at apartment 11 have a slight addiction to homemade chocolate chip cookies. I think cookies are made nearly every night over here. I don't understand how all of us aren't fat as heck yet.
But that's a side note.
So here's what happened this weekend.
At approximately 10:00am we congregated outside of the west dorm, packed our necessities in a trailer, and headed north. We boarded a boat for Catalina and made it to the island before dark. Then we made the long trek to our tents, about a five-to-seven minute walk from the town. We unpacked, hiked back to town for dinner, hiked back to our village, and sat around the campfire for a couple of hours. The night game was "Honey if you love me, please smile," a game where the person who is "it" has to go up to someone randomly and try to make them smile. Let me tell you, we have some hardcore frowners in our class. Josh was the most entertaining, with his approaches to Aaron involving slinking along the ground and grabbing his hand then running back into the group and darting around from the other side.
As the next morning was April Fool's, a certain person on our side of the village thought it would be best if we pulled off the first prank, so all alarms on the girls' side were set to 3a.m.; screaming at the top of our lungs would commence at 3:05. The plan was to wake the boys, then pretend to be asleep, but a few chronic gigglers ruined it for the rest of us. From across the road came a groggy boyish roar of, "You think that's funny!" which, of course, just spurred the gigglers on.
We were all awakened again at about 5a.m. at the sound of all the rain on earth cascading down on our peaceful little campsite in torrents. The entire earth was shades of gray, there were deep puddles everywhere, and no one could walk more than a couple steps without getting their shoes weighed down with the clay-like mud.
Breakfast that morning was made interesting with Andy and Brent's stories of what happened on the guy side at 3 a.m. that morning. According to them, they awoke to our screams, jumped out of bed, and their only thought was, "Something is eating them and I have to go kill it!" They also informed us if something ever did happen they would be the only ones to come to our rescue, as the most any of the other guys did was roll over. Great. Thanks, guys.
The day was spent at the beach, playing volleyball, kayaking, fish shooting (also called spear fishing), and sun burning. The day had cleared up dramatically from the showers of the morning, and as the sun shone, the roads also dried, making for a much nicer walking experience by the time we got back up to camp.
We sat around the fire eating dinner (and the fish Daniel caught) before a game of OTL was established, boys vs. girls. Jenna, Anna, Heather and I were going to demolish Aaron, Josh, and Paul, but we decided to be merciful to them and let them have an early lead. Later on, we all went back down to the beach again, climbed on the rocks, looked at a few crabs, then crashed on the sand with conversations of the evils of Myspace and Paul's regaling tales of what he's going to do after he graduates (among these include banking and being a pirate).
The next day brought us a warm sunny morning and my favorite day of the year (daylight saving's time day), and I didn't even complain about getting up an extra hour earlier than I already was to go on a special Jon Morse hike. Six of us set out for a view of the second harbor of Two Harbors, and fortunately all six of us made it back. I say fortunately because on the way back to camp we ran into a huge buffalo that could have killed us just by staring us down. Thankfully, God has more plans for each of the six of us and the massive animal made its way peaceably back to the road.
We had about an hour and a half or so of just lounging around the beach, then we all met up at the pier, made ourselves some sandwiches, carried all our stuff aboard again, and headed back to real life.
Sigh.
It was a good trip. Relaxing. Fun. Adventurous. I think we should do it every weekend.
But that's a side note.
So here's what happened this weekend.
At approximately 10:00am we congregated outside of the west dorm, packed our necessities in a trailer, and headed north. We boarded a boat for Catalina and made it to the island before dark. Then we made the long trek to our tents, about a five-to-seven minute walk from the town. We unpacked, hiked back to town for dinner, hiked back to our village, and sat around the campfire for a couple of hours. The night game was "Honey if you love me, please smile," a game where the person who is "it" has to go up to someone randomly and try to make them smile. Let me tell you, we have some hardcore frowners in our class. Josh was the most entertaining, with his approaches to Aaron involving slinking along the ground and grabbing his hand then running back into the group and darting around from the other side.
As the next morning was April Fool's, a certain person on our side of the village thought it would be best if we pulled off the first prank, so all alarms on the girls' side were set to 3a.m.; screaming at the top of our lungs would commence at 3:05. The plan was to wake the boys, then pretend to be asleep, but a few chronic gigglers ruined it for the rest of us. From across the road came a groggy boyish roar of, "You think that's funny!" which, of course, just spurred the gigglers on.
We were all awakened again at about 5a.m. at the sound of all the rain on earth cascading down on our peaceful little campsite in torrents. The entire earth was shades of gray, there were deep puddles everywhere, and no one could walk more than a couple steps without getting their shoes weighed down with the clay-like mud.
Breakfast that morning was made interesting with Andy and Brent's stories of what happened on the guy side at 3 a.m. that morning. According to them, they awoke to our screams, jumped out of bed, and their only thought was, "Something is eating them and I have to go kill it!" They also informed us if something ever did happen they would be the only ones to come to our rescue, as the most any of the other guys did was roll over. Great. Thanks, guys.
The day was spent at the beach, playing volleyball, kayaking, fish shooting (also called spear fishing), and sun burning. The day had cleared up dramatically from the showers of the morning, and as the sun shone, the roads also dried, making for a much nicer walking experience by the time we got back up to camp.
We sat around the fire eating dinner (and the fish Daniel caught) before a game of OTL was established, boys vs. girls. Jenna, Anna, Heather and I were going to demolish Aaron, Josh, and Paul, but we decided to be merciful to them and let them have an early lead. Later on, we all went back down to the beach again, climbed on the rocks, looked at a few crabs, then crashed on the sand with conversations of the evils of Myspace and Paul's regaling tales of what he's going to do after he graduates (among these include banking and being a pirate).
The next day brought us a warm sunny morning and my favorite day of the year (daylight saving's time day), and I didn't even complain about getting up an extra hour earlier than I already was to go on a special Jon Morse hike. Six of us set out for a view of the second harbor of Two Harbors, and fortunately all six of us made it back. I say fortunately because on the way back to camp we ran into a huge buffalo that could have killed us just by staring us down. Thankfully, God has more plans for each of the six of us and the massive animal made its way peaceably back to the road.
We had about an hour and a half or so of just lounging around the beach, then we all met up at the pier, made ourselves some sandwiches, carried all our stuff aboard again, and headed back to real life.
Sigh.
It was a good trip. Relaxing. Fun. Adventurous. I think we should do it every weekend.
Catalina bound girls
Here we are, on our way to Catalina, on the Catalina Express boat, which travels under this mock version of the Golden Gate Bridge!
Kayaking boys
Paul and Aaron breaking the rules on the one-person kayak. A little later they set out on the two-person... with Josh and John jumping on too....
The Big One
Daniel, our resident fisherman, shows off his catch. When asked what he wanted to name it, he responded, "Dinner."
Josh and Paul
During a fireside game of "Honey, if you love me, give me a smile", Josh entertained the whole lot of us by repeatedly going after a repulsed Aaron before finally settling on his good buddy Paul Craig. Sadly, Paul denied him a smile....
After Showers
Heather, Jenna, and I after we took our freezing cold outdoor shower (don't worry, we were in our bathing suits)....
Bethany
Bethany, toasting her hot dog bun. The night before she put together a whole s'more on a wire hanger and cooked the complete treat over the fire...
English Majors
Brandon and I, two English majors who trekked up "the hill" early in the morning to see the other harbor,come face to face with a buffalo, and lived to tell about it in Seminar in Lit Crit class....
Friday, March 31, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
It's 10:58 p.m. and I'm tired
Well, today was a hectic day. It is merely two days to the much-rejoiced-over junior/senior retreat. Which basically means today was the day I panicked realizing how much "stuff" I needed to get done that I would normally have done Friday and over the weekend. Where has the week gone?
So after a stressful half-day at work, I headed home to finish up on my trusty laptop, which comes equipped with the latest and greatest of Microsoft Picture It/Publishing, just what I needed to complete one of my major work projects (the other is still in the process and may accompany me to Catalina this weekend... uhhh....).
After battling the project for awhile, I decided a break was in need and headed off to WAMU and Ross/Target to pick up a few things I needed for the trip, i.e. a cute bathing suit. At Ross, I picked up, not a cute bathing suit, but four other cute things (all wondrously underpriced) and wasted a good hour and a half browsing the smalls of the shirt section (I think Roxy donates their entire store to Ross at the end of every month). Then I was off to Target where I found the cutest bathing suit that actually fits and so I was happy when I came home. I also brought some TGIFriday's Buffalo Wings because a) I love them and b) the smell of them drives Sonia off the wall.
After dinner I set back down to finish project el numero uno, completing in record time (and it looks pretty good, too), and then realized that it was now 8:15 pm, and I had forgotten to do my laundry that day, which was my entire purpose for stopping at WAMU earlier (quarter roll). Errrr.... About this time in the day, Sonia and I went out to get the mail, and Sonia discovered in our box... a key. A key in the mailbox is a symbol for much happiness because it means a package awaits us that was to big to shove into our small mailbox. Sonia won this week, and ended up with a quilt and matching pillowcase that Sarah had made and sent out from good ol' Indiana.
The rest of the night brought me to making a mental list of things to do tomorrow that I didn't get done today (laundry, packing, turning in tax info, and project el numero dos, among other things). Tonight would have been a good night to do those things. Instead I blog surfed.
I've discovered everyone seems to have a picture blog these days. And, clearly, I am a follower (that's how I got on blog to begin with, thanks, Sonia). So I rustled me up a new blog, new template, and even uploaded a new pic so the one of me at Disneyland three years ago is not the one people will see when they visit.
My new blog's cool. Go check it out.
Peace out. I'm going to bed.
So after a stressful half-day at work, I headed home to finish up on my trusty laptop, which comes equipped with the latest and greatest of Microsoft Picture It/Publishing, just what I needed to complete one of my major work projects (the other is still in the process and may accompany me to Catalina this weekend... uhhh....).
After battling the project for awhile, I decided a break was in need and headed off to WAMU and Ross/Target to pick up a few things I needed for the trip, i.e. a cute bathing suit. At Ross, I picked up, not a cute bathing suit, but four other cute things (all wondrously underpriced) and wasted a good hour and a half browsing the smalls of the shirt section (I think Roxy donates their entire store to Ross at the end of every month). Then I was off to Target where I found the cutest bathing suit that actually fits and so I was happy when I came home. I also brought some TGIFriday's Buffalo Wings because a) I love them and b) the smell of them drives Sonia off the wall.
After dinner I set back down to finish project el numero uno, completing in record time (and it looks pretty good, too), and then realized that it was now 8:15 pm, and I had forgotten to do my laundry that day, which was my entire purpose for stopping at WAMU earlier (quarter roll). Errrr.... About this time in the day, Sonia and I went out to get the mail, and Sonia discovered in our box... a key. A key in the mailbox is a symbol for much happiness because it means a package awaits us that was to big to shove into our small mailbox. Sonia won this week, and ended up with a quilt and matching pillowcase that Sarah had made and sent out from good ol' Indiana.
The rest of the night brought me to making a mental list of things to do tomorrow that I didn't get done today (laundry, packing, turning in tax info, and project el numero dos, among other things). Tonight would have been a good night to do those things. Instead I blog surfed.
I've discovered everyone seems to have a picture blog these days. And, clearly, I am a follower (that's how I got on blog to begin with, thanks, Sonia). So I rustled me up a new blog, new template, and even uploaded a new pic so the one of me at Disneyland three years ago is not the one people will see when they visit.
My new blog's cool. Go check it out.
Peace out. I'm going to bed.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Brianhead, UT
Here are some pics from our trip to Brianhead, Utah. We went February 16-19 and it was amazing fun, despite the fact the girls' room didn't have hot water for the first day (errrr). We snowboarded, played games, went in the jacuzzi every day (it was dirty by the end of our visit), and had just an amazing time together. The second day we found ourselves in the middle of a snowstorm, with the lifts closing sporadically during the day. Even when they were open, we were never sure we would make it to the top! Heather almost got blown off the darn thing. To pass the time, Teale and I hiked up a hill near our condo with some of the guys and took pictures of them doing jumps off their makeshift lift. Good times, good pictures.
So, that is my Brianhead trip update! Not as informative as most updates, I know, but the life of a college senior is frenzied beyond all reason!
So, that is my Brianhead trip update! Not as informative as most updates, I know, but the life of a college senior is frenzied beyond all reason!
Friday, March 24, 2006
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Linear-ized pictures
Well, it's kind of hard to see where the picture leaves off and the background starts, and I had to crop some of it, but it still looks cool. At least, I think so.
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
Adelaide's San Diego Update
1) It is spring break for SDCC. It slightly sucks because no one else has break for another MONTH! I think they purposely don't want us to have fun sometimes.
2) I got a $50 bonus check yesterday. There was much happiness.
3) Jesse, Lily, Justin Gibson, and I went to dance lessons on Sunday night. We re-learned some salsa moves.
4) I went snowboarding in Utah a few weeks ago. It was stinkin' amazing.
5) Heather and I bought a new filing cabinet for our office and spent a glorious Thursday afternoon re-organizing.
6) I got four hours of sleep Saturday night because a certain roommate who has her own room decided she wanted to sleep in my bed instead.
7) I went to the Scrapbook Attic (best store EVER) and found that pretty much everything is 50% off for the month of March. March has become scrapbooking month for me, and I had quite a fun time on Saturday updating with aforementioned Utah trip pictures.
8) Our internet still sucks.
9) My car got broken into and the only thing missing is my Sara Evans CD : I am not a happy camper
10) I ditched small group on Wednesday night to do research for my lit crit class; apparently I was missed.
End transmission. More to come.
2) I got a $50 bonus check yesterday. There was much happiness.
3) Jesse, Lily, Justin Gibson, and I went to dance lessons on Sunday night. We re-learned some salsa moves.
4) I went snowboarding in Utah a few weeks ago. It was stinkin' amazing.
5) Heather and I bought a new filing cabinet for our office and spent a glorious Thursday afternoon re-organizing.
6) I got four hours of sleep Saturday night because a certain roommate who has her own room decided she wanted to sleep in my bed instead.
7) I went to the Scrapbook Attic (best store EVER) and found that pretty much everything is 50% off for the month of March. March has become scrapbooking month for me, and I had quite a fun time on Saturday updating with aforementioned Utah trip pictures.
8) Our internet still sucks.
9) My car got broken into and the only thing missing is my Sara Evans CD : I am not a happy camper
10) I ditched small group on Wednesday night to do research for my lit crit class; apparently I was missed.
End transmission. More to come.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
Attention Eligible Bachelors...
My amazing roommate, Sonia Monique Saenz, is off the market now, so you can all go to your rooms and cry!
Monday, February 6, 2006
Weddings and Stuff
Yesterday, two of my best friends got married. I got to be in their wedding, along with a bunch of other good friends. And it was amazing. I watched the video after they had their kiss and they just looked so stinkin' much in love. Jessica just had this "I can't believe this is happening" look and Michael was just grinning from ear to ear. And then he reached out for Gwen's hand (Jessica's daughter) and the three of them walked down the aisle together. It was the most precious video. During the ceremony, Michael knealt and asked Gwen if he could be her daddy and how he promised to protect her and provide for her forever. I think he had the whole room in tears.
The reception was great fun, too, even though there weren't enough seats at the table for the whole wedding party and I ended up sharing a chair with one of the other bridesmaids the whole time. We danced a lot, and they cut the cake, and threw the bouquet and garter, and in the middle of it all the guys and I were running outside to "decorate" the car. And then they pulled away and it was all over. We were left standing there on the sidewalk, exhausted beyond all reason, but aware that something really special had just happened.
I can't wait till my day. I have a feeling it will be an amazing day. :)
Thursday, February 2, 2006
Happy 2-2 Much Day!!!
It is 12:04 am on Thursday, February 2.
Sadly, I was reminded just one minute too late that yesterday's date was in fact 2-1. 2-1! It's amazing! 2-1...all you campers know what that means!
Thank you, Sarah, for realizing this wonderful fact, Sonia for telling me to read Sarah's blog (albeit a little too late to take full advantage of 2-1 Day), and for Dan Blair consoling us with the fact that today is now 2-2 Much Day!
Sarah, you must come back soon so we can make our "reality" show. With Dan Blair living next door, it is the perfect setting for it. Now all we need is to get a certain Brian Reames down from Cal Poly and our little quartet will be complete....
Sadly, I was reminded just one minute too late that yesterday's date was in fact 2-1. 2-1! It's amazing! 2-1...all you campers know what that means!
Thank you, Sarah, for realizing this wonderful fact, Sonia for telling me to read Sarah's blog (albeit a little too late to take full advantage of 2-1 Day), and for Dan Blair consoling us with the fact that today is now 2-2 Much Day!
Sarah, you must come back soon so we can make our "reality" show. With Dan Blair living next door, it is the perfect setting for it. Now all we need is to get a certain Brian Reames down from Cal Poly and our little quartet will be complete....
Monday, January 23, 2006
Cool Picture of the Day
Here's a cool picture taken on the pier that has the Ruby's at the end of it (name of said pier has slipped my mind for now). The picture was actually an accident, but we all decided it totally looks like an album cover for some up and coming band. Jeremy, being the focal point of the picture, is apparently the leader of this new band.
Well, it comes out kind of dark here, but trust me, it's a neat picture....
Well, it comes out kind of dark here, but trust me, it's a neat picture....
Friday, January 20, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
A Post for the College Student in all of us...
Naps are good.
Coming home from an eight hour day at work and taking a quick nap is very good.
However, falling asleep at seven and sleeping straight through until midnight, and then waking up wired on a Friday night, is not a good thing at all.
And so here I sit, having wasted an entire Friday night, trying to lull myself back to sleep via good movie, milk, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
Who knows when I'll be getting up tomorrow morning. But at least I'll be well-rested!
Coming home from an eight hour day at work and taking a quick nap is very good.
However, falling asleep at seven and sleeping straight through until midnight, and then waking up wired on a Friday night, is not a good thing at all.
And so here I sit, having wasted an entire Friday night, trying to lull myself back to sleep via good movie, milk, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
Who knows when I'll be getting up tomorrow morning. But at least I'll be well-rested!
Monday, January 9, 2006
In recent news....
Another year, another semester. I'm kind of weird, but I actually like the first day of school. Everyone's back from vacation, the cafeteria's open, the bookstore is jam packed, and it's just all so wonderful.
Don't worry, I'll get over it by Friday.
As first days go, this one wasn't bad, though a little stressful in the beginning. The class I thought was on Wednesdays turned out to be on Mondays at 12:30, and I conveniently discovered this at about 12:28. But that class ended up being cancelled, so I got my free afternoon that I had anticipated-- after I stressed out trying to get to my class on time.
Half.com is my new favorite webite. Forget the SDCC bookstore and it's hiked up prices... I'm going with skeeterboy38 from Wisconsin to get me my book on persuasion theory. Speaking of half.com, I sold my first book last week-- my geography workbook from freshman year, conveniently retailed at about $31.99. Thank you, Andrew Ornee from Zeeland, Michigan-- I had you in mind that semester as I took careful pains not to mark in that book.
Well, all's quiet here in good ol' Apartment 11. Sonia's in her room doing homework. I'm in my room not doing anything terribly productive. And who knows where Mandy is. Ahhh... the last peaceful day before all hell breaks loose for that little thing we all know and love....
Don't worry, I'll get over it by Friday.
As first days go, this one wasn't bad, though a little stressful in the beginning. The class I thought was on Wednesdays turned out to be on Mondays at 12:30, and I conveniently discovered this at about 12:28. But that class ended up being cancelled, so I got my free afternoon that I had anticipated-- after I stressed out trying to get to my class on time.
Half.com is my new favorite webite. Forget the SDCC bookstore and it's hiked up prices... I'm going with skeeterboy38 from Wisconsin to get me my book on persuasion theory. Speaking of half.com, I sold my first book last week-- my geography workbook from freshman year, conveniently retailed at about $31.99. Thank you, Andrew Ornee from Zeeland, Michigan-- I had you in mind that semester as I took careful pains not to mark in that book.
Well, all's quiet here in good ol' Apartment 11. Sonia's in her room doing homework. I'm in my room not doing anything terribly productive. And who knows where Mandy is. Ahhh... the last peaceful day before all hell breaks loose for that little thing we all know and love....
SPRING SEMESTER
Sunday, January 8, 2006
Small town reflections
I am reminded just how 'hick' Lakeside is as I sit here at Jesse's computer as he and Justin are leaning out his bedroom window shooting at the neighbor's water pipe.... They remind me of the Dukes of Hazzard....
Friday, January 6, 2006
Morning devos
Last night as I lamented to my roommates the burden of reading through Leviticus in my Chronoligical Bible, and pondering whether God would disapprove of, you know, skimming the section, rather than reading it thoroughly, Sonia suggested I drudge up a commentary to aid in the understanding of the random regulations and tiresome toils that the book is known for.
This morning, I took her up on her idea. As I did my devotions, I cross referenced with the Commentary Critical and Explanatory on the Whole Bible, and it is my NEW BEST FRIEND.
It all makes sense now... dietary restrictions, uncleanliness, the whole shebang. All this time, I thought all those rules probably had some purpose, but I wasn't really sure how it all fit into the plan of salvation or even the plan for the Israelites, other than to just... make them obey.
I am now a happy camper.
This morning, I took her up on her idea. As I did my devotions, I cross referenced with the Commentary Critical and Explanatory on the Whole Bible, and it is my NEW BEST FRIEND.
It all makes sense now... dietary restrictions, uncleanliness, the whole shebang. All this time, I thought all those rules probably had some purpose, but I wasn't really sure how it all fit into the plan of salvation or even the plan for the Israelites, other than to just... make them obey.
I am now a happy camper.
Sunday, January 1, 2006
A little something from Jig...
As I sit here writing this, Jig is leaning over my computer whispering, "Write 'Jig is hot.'"
Merry Christmas
Here's a picture from our annual Christmas party. We're still working on getting the Justins to look normal in pictures....Anyway, our Christmas Mexican fiesta went well again this year. Jesse taught me how to grill carne asada. We watched Miss Congeniality with Justin's mom while we ate. Our Secret Santa worked out so that everyone had picked the person who had picked them. Therefore, Jessica and I exchanged gifts with each other, as did Justin #1 and Jesse, Justin #2 and Gwen, and Michael and Lizzie. I got $20 with a note that said it must be spent at the scrapbooking store, or else. I went there today and it is the most amazing store on earth.
Happy New Year everyone!!!!
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