I just finished reading David Adams Richards' Mercy Among the Children. It was horribly sad, but well written. I was most affected by the feeling of a life taken for granted; beauty and love shrugged off and ignored...

Now I need something else to read. Any suggestions?

My feelings about this afternoon's midterm violentlent oppose my feelings after the Manufacturing midterm a few weeks ago. I'm hoping the marks don't oppose each other quite so violently.

I miss movie nights and the treats we used to make.

My phone appears to have a particular dislike for Kevin. When Kevin calls, it just doesn't ring. (No I don't mean when the ringer is turned off.) I never discover that he has called until my phone beeps to tell me that I've received a voicemail message.

Dido - White Flag

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it well I'd still have felt it,
where's the sense in that...

I want to leave. I want to pack up my bags and go. My soul is unsettled. My brain knows I need to stay. I feel uncomfortable and uninspired, unwanted and undesired.

I feel that this is not the place I am meant to be. I'm worried that I don't have the drive to turn it all around and make it through.

Hehe...

Your Daddy Is Patrick Stewart

What You Call Him: Daddy-o Why You Love Him: He knows best

This is the best site I've seen in a long time. I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I do.

Just when I was in self-pity, I need to get out of here mode, two black-and-white warblers landed on my window screen and sang me a little song.

I'm getting tired...why do I always leave things until the last minute?

Wow, I just went downstairs and there were a half a dozen people in the caf and a dozen in the lounge...do people not sleep?

Who me? Wasting time?

Fashionista 64% Tastefulness, 50% Originality, 57% Deliberateness, 40% Sexiness

[Tasteful Original Deliberate Prissy] One is certain: you have great taste and plenty of ideas. You have clearly defined beliefs about what's good and what's bad in fashion but they are far from banal. Stylish and imaginative, you prefer to inspire admiration than to shock and you mostly succeed. Even if sometimes you'd like to have more courage to put on something absolutely outrageous you do great job in creating a unique look that others look up to. There is a possibility that you work in the fashion industry. If you don't, perhaps you should. The opposite style from yours is Bar Cruiser [Flamboyant Conventional Random Sexy]. All the categories: Fashion Enemy Bar Cruiser Kid Next Door Sex Bomb Hippie Kid Fashion Rebel Fashion Artist Catwalk God(ess) Librarian Sporty Hottie Office Master Uptown Girl/ Boy Brainy Student Movie Star Fashionista Glamorous Soul

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 74% on Tastefulness You scored higher than 53% on Originality You scored higher than 63% on Deliberateness You scored higher than 30% on Sexiness

Link: The Fashion Style Test written by mari-e on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Had my first job interview today. It was mediocre. I feel like this is all too quick.

I like this, and I think you will too.

"In times of change, learners inherit the Earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists." -Eric Hoffer

If life gives you lemons make lemonade.

My lemonade has been fairly sour these days. I think it's like every recipe though, with practice you eventually get it right. Every version takes time to perfect. I need more time. Sometimes I feel like I'm jumping ahead of myself. Like I need to slow down but there's so much to accomplish in life that I'm afraid. It's odd how people say, "You've got all the time in the world." The world encompasses area, there is no time in area, so how much time is there in the world? I have all the time that I'll be part of this world, but none of us knows how long that is. I haven't found my niche; my anxious ways wonder how long this will take, it's keeping me awake.

The words in bold are mine, the rest is Google:
I pray that you will be mine.




Google talk a
Google Hack by
Douwe Osinga

I've been doing nothing but sleep since I got back from thanksgiving. I've had a headache since I woke up on Tuesday morning. This is new to me, headaches don't generally last past that first dose of Extended Relief Tylenol. For some reason this one just won't go away. Sleep makes you forget dull pain, so I've been sleeping. I have a lab this afternoon, and so I have no choice but to get the heck out of the house. I think Brandon might take me to Staples later so I can get calculator batteries and ink cartriges. Yes, that does excite me. No mocking. Then I will likely go back to bed.

I thought this was absolutely golden. It's claimed to be an actual billboard from a few years back. I found it here.

I feel like I've been run over by a truck. Aside from going to class and eating, I spent the rest of yesterday sleeping. All I want to do right now is go to bed. I even look like crap, and it's not because I'm disheveled, but I actually look sick.

It's strange how familiarity makes one feel. Thanksgiving...to give thanks...I used to actually have a handle on what it was that I was thankful for. I know I live a wonderful life and I have endless things to be thankful for, but my perspective has changed. I used to pray to God not to let certain things slip away from me. I'm not exactly sure what it is that I believe anymore, but I know it's me that has to let them slip away and in my mind I never have. There is so much going on in the world it's easy to get lost. I spent the weekend with those who matter most, and only those who matter most...I love you guys...
...can't take my mind off of you...

Things I would like to do this weekend:

Listen to live music.

Swim in the pool.

Eat Szechwan at China Garden.

Eat sweet potato fries and drink wine at The Pilot House.

Barbeque great steaks at Mom's.

Are these things you would like to do this weekend?

Wow, so I am fricken unbelievable. Last night I go to bed just after midnight, set my alarm for nine o'clock, thinking eight hours sleep should be plenty. I wake up just before noon. Apparently I had forgotten to turn the alarm on. Slight miscommunication with the alarm clock. Lucky for me I didn't have class until one thirty. I got a full eleven hours sleep. It was wonderful.

My final paycheck from the summer made it today. So relieving. Now I can pay off the money I've spent so far, and still have enough to make it until Christmas.

This morning's midterm went so well. The first question was the same as the one on the 2002 midterm, and the second was much shorter, and doable. I finished in about a half hour. It was such a great feeling. On top of that, the sun is shinning and it's absolutely beautiful, so I'm going for a walk.

This year is going to disappear way too fast. I feel as though I've just arrived, but I've got a midterm first thing tomorrow morning. I'm completely not ready for it, but completely exhausted. We know I can pull off the stay up ridiculously early/get up just in time stunt, but lets see if I can accomplish getting up early if I go to sleep right now.

I really am as gullible as I thought I was. I try far too hard to please everyone. All I want is to love and be loved in return.

Can anyone explain to me why drinking alcohol makes me rediculously hungry the next day?

Blah, blah, blah. I could really use a samosa right now. I'm drunk, angry and alone.