Just saw Pride and Prejudice *sigh*
Kimberly and Danielle wanted to go see a movie and Andrew and Laura came along too. Laura had seen the movie before, but for the rest of us it was a first.
It was beautiful and refreshingly true to the book. I liked it very much. The acting was superb and the scenery breathtaking.
Anyways, that's all; I just had to tell someone and since it's 1:18 AM I can't very well do that now. In fact I should go to bed, so, goodnight.
Christine
12.20.2005
12.19.2005
Life in general
For all of you, who desperately desire another epistle from my tap-dancing fingertips, here is the latest post, "hot off the press" as it were.
Having much to write and little time in which to do so, I will shorten my narrative to the "good parts" version. Also, instead of beginning at the beginning I have decided to begin at the end and tell my tale back to front (chronologically speaking). And now to begin (erm, end).
After Christmas (which, by the way, has not yet come) I am hoping to visit Madonna and her family in Maryland. Madonna has been going through some rough times lately and I'm hoping that we can spend some time talking and maybe I can help her out a little. Of course I am also excited at the prospect of seeing her again as I miss Madonna & Co. very much. *sigh* we’ll see.
Next off: I have so much stuff going on with Christmas that I'm about out of my mind!!! I have gifts half-got and half-baked and half-thought; I may go mad with the strain of it all. I wish I could just tell everyone that I don't want anything for Christmas and they needn't bother. Then I wouldn't be obliged (not that I mind getting things for people, I just don't have the funds for it at all and I always end up spending way too much money)to buy them presents either.
I miss the good 'ol days when I had a job and didn't care how much money I spent and I miss the even better days when I was just a kid and didn't have to worry so much about it. *sigh again* But now I've gotten off-topic.
So, the good news is I'm making some money by working all next week (except for Monday, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day). The bad news is that I'm only working 3-3.5 hours a day and so, am only earning about $22 dollars for every day of work.
POOP.
I worked this afternoon and afterwards went to a Christmas party given by a new business that my family is getting involved in: USANA (also the makers of the nutraceuticals Dad takes for his back that have helped him so much). The party was interesting. A vet I knew from the RCBC Seminars a few years back (he was actually a vet student at the time) was there with his wife and he and I got caught up on several interesting tidbits of information. I learned that another vet that I know of, Dr. Scott Echols, is also in the USANA business. Very odd these coincidences (if that's what you could call them).
Anywhoo, This post is getting longer and longer and boringer and boringer (if there is such a word, which I fear there is not) and I feel the necessity of sleep displaying itself more and more prominently upon the insides of my very, very heavy eyelids and also in the increasingly leaden tapping of my clumsy fingers.
So, without further adieu and without further tapping, I shall carefully inspect the said lids until I have determined the source of this unfathomable lethargy.
Having much to write and little time in which to do so, I will shorten my narrative to the "good parts" version. Also, instead of beginning at the beginning I have decided to begin at the end and tell my tale back to front (chronologically speaking). And now to begin (erm, end).
After Christmas (which, by the way, has not yet come) I am hoping to visit Madonna and her family in Maryland. Madonna has been going through some rough times lately and I'm hoping that we can spend some time talking and maybe I can help her out a little. Of course I am also excited at the prospect of seeing her again as I miss Madonna & Co. very much. *sigh* we’ll see.
Next off: I have so much stuff going on with Christmas that I'm about out of my mind!!! I have gifts half-got and half-baked and half-thought; I may go mad with the strain of it all. I wish I could just tell everyone that I don't want anything for Christmas and they needn't bother. Then I wouldn't be obliged (not that I mind getting things for people, I just don't have the funds for it at all and I always end up spending way too much money)to buy them presents either.
I miss the good 'ol days when I had a job and didn't care how much money I spent and I miss the even better days when I was just a kid and didn't have to worry so much about it. *sigh again* But now I've gotten off-topic.
So, the good news is I'm making some money by working all next week (except for Monday, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day). The bad news is that I'm only working 3-3.5 hours a day and so, am only earning about $22 dollars for every day of work.
POOP.
I worked this afternoon and afterwards went to a Christmas party given by a new business that my family is getting involved in: USANA (also the makers of the nutraceuticals Dad takes for his back that have helped him so much). The party was interesting. A vet I knew from the RCBC Seminars a few years back (he was actually a vet student at the time) was there with his wife and he and I got caught up on several interesting tidbits of information. I learned that another vet that I know of, Dr. Scott Echols, is also in the USANA business. Very odd these coincidences (if that's what you could call them).
Anywhoo, This post is getting longer and longer and boringer and boringer (if there is such a word, which I fear there is not) and I feel the necessity of sleep displaying itself more and more prominently upon the insides of my very, very heavy eyelids and also in the increasingly leaden tapping of my clumsy fingers.
So, without further adieu and without further tapping, I shall carefully inspect the said lids until I have determined the source of this unfathomable lethargy.
12.07.2005
It is Finished (to quote God)
SCHOOL IS OFFICAILLY OVER FOR THE SEMESTER!!!
Yay! sorry for the shouting bit, but I couldn't contain myself.
This is all I'm going to post as I am going to celebrate my release from the shackles of my current higher educational persuit by sleeping in.
Christine
Currently wanting to watch: The Chronicles of Narnia's: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
Yay! sorry for the shouting bit, but I couldn't contain myself.
This is all I'm going to post as I am going to celebrate my release from the shackles of my current higher educational persuit by sleeping in.
Christine
Currently wanting to watch: The Chronicles of Narnia's: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
11.26.2005
Thanks a lot
I've been sooo very busy these past few weeks; sorry to all my faithful and phantasmic readers who have waited patient as rocks (though, admittedly, not quite as interested as these same said rocks) for a fresh installation to this online journalistic endeavor (better known as "blog").
Anywhoo, I've had a devilish hard time of it lately and now that there's a little lull (unfortunately, it happens to be between storms), I find myself too lazy to post anything very original. However, as it behooves me to post a bit now and again (and also from a sense of guilty conscience), I find it necessary to post something, so I have decided to attach a letter, which I sent to a friend only yesterday and that seemed particularly apropos given the recent holiday (i.e. Thanksgiving). Here it is:
I have some good news; Dad is feeling lots better now than he was a month ago. God has really been doing some awesome things for us these past few months. Dad’s healing has come about through a series of "coincidences" that all lined up just right and couldn’t have been anything but God.
The “coincidences” start 6 or 7 years ago when I worked for one of our neighbors, Patti. Patti’s sister, Dede, died during the time that I was thus employed and Patti showed me a very special plant that she'd gotten from Dede that Dede had been given by an very old woman (think 80 or 90 years old). The older woman had had the plant her whole life as it had been handed down to her by her own mother who had gotten it form her mother who had gotten it from her mother, etc. So you get the point that this plant is ancient as far as regular ol’ houseplants go. Well, eventually, Patti moved away, and when she did she got rid of almost everything in her house. She gave me that plant because (and I quote) "I know you'll take care of it better than anyone else and you won’t let it die because you know how special it is."
To make a long story shorter: the plant died, all except one tiny piece. But what is cool is I had given cuttings of it to several people. One of those people was my Spanish teacher. Andrew, Laura, Nick, Eric and I stopped taking Spanish in 2002 and we didn't stay in contact with our teacher. A few months ago, while I was trying to salvage the last remaining piece of the "dinosaur plant" (as I lovingly refer to it), I was also house sitting for a friend of mine who lives across town (coincidentally, near our old Spanish teacher's neighborhood). Mom (who was really the one who killed the plant by over watering it) felt bad about the plant and wanted me to call the Spanish teacher and ask her for a cutting of the plant she’d grown from the cutting I’d given her. I felt funny calling so I didn't, but Mom decided to call for me and set up a time for me to run by and get the plant.
When I stopped to get the cutting, I figured I'd just run in and get the plant and leave, but my teacher had me come into her kitchen and asked me all about how the family was doing. I decided I didn't want to tell her about Dad being bed ridden and stuff because it's just not a fun thing to hear about, so we were talking about school and work and she started saying how wonderful Mom must be to take the time to teach all my younger brothers and sisters. I ended up telling her how depressed Mom had been that summer having to care for my great-uncle, Marcel, and also for Dad who has four collapsed discs in his back, and how she feels like she just doesn’t have enough time to spend with the little ones. One thing led to another and before I knew what had happened I had gone into everything about Dad and all the pain he's been dealing with for the past year. My Spanish teacher got really excited and told me to listen carefully. Her very old dog had been extremely sick for months and the vet told her it was pretty much dying. She was so upset by it that she couldn’t think straight. Her neighbors had her to try giving it these human supplements (vitamins and minerals). She thought "what the heck" and tried the supplements. Within a few hours the dog was feeling better (even after having been sick for so long) and it lived another nine or ten months after that in good health. She and her family started on the supplements, themselves. She told me other stories about people that she knew personally, who have been helped by the supplements because the supplements provide the body with the nutrients it needs to heal itself.
She wanted me to talk to Mom and Dad about starting Dad on the supplements. I figured that my parents wouldn't really want to give it a try because of the expense and the weird-factor. However, they did decide to give it a try because we were at very rock bottom emotionally and Dad was a rock bottom physically (he's been bed ridden all summer because of his back). Long story shorter, Dad started feeling better after only four days on the supplements and he's been doing so much better since then. He's been up and around and he even built himself bookshelves in his office and he's picking up the little ones again and he's been exercising and he’s been alive. I can't believe how much better he is; before he looked like my granddad did when I was a little girl... I've never seen my dad so old or broken looking. Now he looks younger and healthier again. I get tears in my eyes just thinking about how scary it was this summer before he started taking the supplements.
Sooooo, that's what we've been up to.
and that's what I'm thankful for this weekend, a plant, Spanish teachers, supplements, family, and especially God
ps. here's a link to the nutritionals webpage: USANA.com
Anywhoo, I've had a devilish hard time of it lately and now that there's a little lull (unfortunately, it happens to be between storms), I find myself too lazy to post anything very original. However, as it behooves me to post a bit now and again (and also from a sense of guilty conscience), I find it necessary to post something, so I have decided to attach a letter, which I sent to a friend only yesterday and that seemed particularly apropos given the recent holiday (i.e. Thanksgiving). Here it is:
The “coincidences” start 6 or 7 years ago when I worked for one of our neighbors, Patti. Patti’s sister, Dede, died during the time that I was thus employed and Patti showed me a very special plant that she'd gotten from Dede that Dede had been given by an very old woman (think 80 or 90 years old). The older woman had had the plant her whole life as it had been handed down to her by her own mother who had gotten it form her mother who had gotten it from her mother, etc. So you get the point that this plant is ancient as far as regular ol’ houseplants go. Well, eventually, Patti moved away, and when she did she got rid of almost everything in her house. She gave me that plant because (and I quote) "I know you'll take care of it better than anyone else and you won’t let it die because you know how special it is."
To make a long story shorter: the plant died, all except one tiny piece. But what is cool is I had given cuttings of it to several people. One of those people was my Spanish teacher. Andrew, Laura, Nick, Eric and I stopped taking Spanish in 2002 and we didn't stay in contact with our teacher. A few months ago, while I was trying to salvage the last remaining piece of the "dinosaur plant" (as I lovingly refer to it), I was also house sitting for a friend of mine who lives across town (coincidentally, near our old Spanish teacher's neighborhood). Mom (who was really the one who killed the plant by over watering it) felt bad about the plant and wanted me to call the Spanish teacher and ask her for a cutting of the plant she’d grown from the cutting I’d given her. I felt funny calling so I didn't, but Mom decided to call for me and set up a time for me to run by and get the plant.
When I stopped to get the cutting, I figured I'd just run in and get the plant and leave, but my teacher had me come into her kitchen and asked me all about how the family was doing. I decided I didn't want to tell her about Dad being bed ridden and stuff because it's just not a fun thing to hear about, so we were talking about school and work and she started saying how wonderful Mom must be to take the time to teach all my younger brothers and sisters. I ended up telling her how depressed Mom had been that summer having to care for my great-uncle, Marcel, and also for Dad who has four collapsed discs in his back, and how she feels like she just doesn’t have enough time to spend with the little ones. One thing led to another and before I knew what had happened I had gone into everything about Dad and all the pain he's been dealing with for the past year. My Spanish teacher got really excited and told me to listen carefully. Her very old dog had been extremely sick for months and the vet told her it was pretty much dying. She was so upset by it that she couldn’t think straight. Her neighbors had her to try giving it these human supplements (vitamins and minerals). She thought "what the heck" and tried the supplements. Within a few hours the dog was feeling better (even after having been sick for so long) and it lived another nine or ten months after that in good health. She and her family started on the supplements, themselves. She told me other stories about people that she knew personally, who have been helped by the supplements because the supplements provide the body with the nutrients it needs to heal itself.
She wanted me to talk to Mom and Dad about starting Dad on the supplements. I figured that my parents wouldn't really want to give it a try because of the expense and the weird-factor. However, they did decide to give it a try because we were at very rock bottom emotionally and Dad was a rock bottom physically (he's been bed ridden all summer because of his back). Long story shorter, Dad started feeling better after only four days on the supplements and he's been doing so much better since then. He's been up and around and he even built himself bookshelves in his office and he's picking up the little ones again and he's been exercising and he’s been alive. I can't believe how much better he is; before he looked like my granddad did when I was a little girl... I've never seen my dad so old or broken looking. Now he looks younger and healthier again. I get tears in my eyes just thinking about how scary it was this summer before he started taking the supplements.
Sooooo, that's what we've been up to.
and that's what I'm thankful for this weekend, a plant, Spanish teachers, supplements, family, and especially God
ps. here's a link to the nutritionals webpage: USANA.com
11.04.2005
Gaaaahhhh! ...and then some.
Yeah, this week's title is "The Scream" (and I don't mean that in a funny way).
Everything just about fell flat on its face or felt flat on its face. Despite the overwhelming over-current of weird, it seems there were some really genuinely nice moments.
Sitting talking with Danielle, Vicki, and Dustin outside of the AB building at school; getting an A on my Philosophy paper, even though the prof made it sound as though I were going to get a bad grade (there were only two A's in the class);
having Sherry tell me that someone she knows is interested in meeting me;
being able to spend some quality time with my good friend Kimber-Kimber-Kimberly, we had fun despite school; watching "The Devine Secrets on the Ya Ya Sisterhood" with Mom and Laura; eating a very un-fat-free-or-sugar-free cherry pastry for dinner last night as well as drinking quadruple-strength decaf coffee with creamer and sugar to match (a last ditch effort to stay up late-long enough to finish the three papers that were due this morning); Talking on the phone with my wonderful, wonderful friend Madonna, whom I love and love; and probably sleeping... the thing I did the least, though I enjoyed every minute of it like a sip of cold water on a hot, dry, dry day.
*Sigh* all those wonderful things make my week sound fantastic. Here is an excerpt from a letter to a friend describing Thursday, which pretty much sums up the week:
"Today at school I forgot my lunch and my cell phone at home... that was the start of a mixed bad and good day. First class, Speech was ok; well actually it wasn't bad at all, but it was a class. After Speech I have a nice long lunch break (with no lunch, but Danielle and I went to Subway, where I got a foot-long so I could have lunch and dinner. Yum soggy sandwich for dinner). After lunch I got my Philosophy homework back with an A! Yay! I had been so worried because the instructor had made it sound as though I were going to get a B again. Then Yoga, that was too horrible for words. We had to do some sort of weird freestyle dance/yoga thing. I hate dancing anyway and felt like a total idiot the whole time. Grrrrrrr. After Yoga comes Government. In Gov. I found out that we have a whole lot more to study for the test and it wasn't a very good review at ALL. Now I have to study AND work this weekend. Bummer. But we got out early today so I had an hour and a half to eat my other (soggy) half of the sub-sandwich.
Art class went fine and then I came home to a bunch of phone messages that I couldn't return because it was too late in the evening and three papers that I can't possibly write in one night, that are due tomorrow. *sigh* So instead I am relieving tension by typing this out to you :) "
Despite how it sounds, I guess the good in the first part of the post outweighs the bad by virtue of its very, very goodness. All those little breaks helped me not to feel like my life is one monotonous chain of flatness and fatigue.
Anyways, enough's enough and I've had enough.
So, goodnight faithful readers; thank you for your patience and understanding. I shall try to be less depressing in my next publication.
Yours,
Christine
Everything just about fell flat on its face or felt flat on its face. Despite the overwhelming over-current of weird, it seems there were some really genuinely nice moments.
Sitting talking with Danielle, Vicki, and Dustin outside of the AB building at school; getting an A on my Philosophy paper, even though the prof made it sound as though I were going to get a bad grade (there were only two A's in the class);
having Sherry tell me that someone she knows is interested in meeting me;
being able to spend some quality time with my good friend Kimber-Kimber-Kimberly, we had fun despite school; watching "The Devine Secrets on the Ya Ya Sisterhood" with Mom and Laura; eating a very un-fat-free-or-sugar-free cherry pastry for dinner last night as well as drinking quadruple-strength decaf coffee with creamer and sugar to match (a last ditch effort to stay up late-long enough to finish the three papers that were due this morning); Talking on the phone with my wonderful, wonderful friend Madonna, whom I love and love; and probably sleeping... the thing I did the least, though I enjoyed every minute of it like a sip of cold water on a hot, dry, dry day.
*Sigh* all those wonderful things make my week sound fantastic. Here is an excerpt from a letter to a friend describing Thursday, which pretty much sums up the week:
"Today at school I forgot my lunch and my cell phone at home... that was the start of a mixed bad and good day. First class, Speech was ok; well actually it wasn't bad at all, but it was a class. After Speech I have a nice long lunch break (with no lunch, but Danielle and I went to Subway, where I got a foot-long so I could have lunch and dinner. Yum soggy sandwich for dinner). After lunch I got my Philosophy homework back with an A! Yay! I had been so worried because the instructor had made it sound as though I were going to get a B again. Then Yoga, that was too horrible for words. We had to do some sort of weird freestyle dance/yoga thing. I hate dancing anyway and felt like a total idiot the whole time. Grrrrrrr. After Yoga comes Government. In Gov. I found out that we have a whole lot more to study for the test and it wasn't a very good review at ALL. Now I have to study AND work this weekend. Bummer. But we got out early today so I had an hour and a half to eat my other (soggy) half of the sub-sandwich.
Art class went fine and then I came home to a bunch of phone messages that I couldn't return because it was too late in the evening and three papers that I can't possibly write in one night, that are due tomorrow. *sigh* So instead I am relieving tension by typing this out to you :) "
Despite how it sounds, I guess the good in the first part of the post outweighs the bad by virtue of its very, very goodness. All those little breaks helped me not to feel like my life is one monotonous chain of flatness and fatigue.
Anyways, enough's enough and I've had enough.
So, goodnight faithful readers; thank you for your patience and understanding. I shall try to be less depressing in my next publication.
Yours,
Christine
10.31.2005
Peace flowing like a river
I used to write so many, many, silly things.
I wrote about boys I liked, daydreams, and bonds of friendship never-to-be-broken.
The boys' names and faces have all but faded from memory; their paper representations long ago wadded and crumpled, thrown away.
The daydreams have vanished or tarnished;
as quickly as they came, they left,
melting into the nothing that they were born of.
Never-to-be-broken friendships, inevitably, have either dissolved through the washing of years, or remained unbroken only because of an almost transparent silken thread, spanning time and space to connect two souls whose life in years past was so intertwined as to have almost been one soul inhabiting two bodies.
What is all of this, this time and love, care, and dreaming?
What does it amount to?
We breathe in and fall in love,
We breathe out and it is gone.
Where do these seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, years, and decades go?
Why, when the experience has passed, is there a shadow of it in my mind's eye?
The memories are tangible; sometimes they can be as real as this very pen-scratchy moment: snapshots in time of smells, feelings, of sunshine highlighting a ballet of dust particles, suspended animation.
Other times they are dim: I wonder who it was that lived those dreams;
What book did I read that story in?
Was it simply a philosophical scramble? a Shakespearean assay of ecclesiastical vanity?
Who knows the rhyme of this poetry called life? or the sum of its equations?
But through any residual confusion I cling to the steadfast; searching for sameness as a firm footing.
My foundation is strongest granite and will not crumble under my dancing feet.
And yes, despite the fog rolling in, despite the dreams that shadow my resolve, despite the tears dimming my heart, when the fog rolls away I will bask in the sun and I will never stop dancing.
Christine
Currently listening to: Texas Public Radio's classical music station.
Just watched: Wooster and Jeeves, and Little Rascals (various episodes of both).
I wrote about boys I liked, daydreams, and bonds of friendship never-to-be-broken.
The boys' names and faces have all but faded from memory; their paper representations long ago wadded and crumpled, thrown away.
The daydreams have vanished or tarnished;
as quickly as they came, they left,
melting into the nothing that they were born of.
Never-to-be-broken friendships, inevitably, have either dissolved through the washing of years, or remained unbroken only because of an almost transparent silken thread, spanning time and space to connect two souls whose life in years past was so intertwined as to have almost been one soul inhabiting two bodies.
What is all of this, this time and love, care, and dreaming?
What does it amount to?
We breathe in and fall in love,
We breathe out and it is gone.
Where do these seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, years, and decades go?
Why, when the experience has passed, is there a shadow of it in my mind's eye?
The memories are tangible; sometimes they can be as real as this very pen-scratchy moment: snapshots in time of smells, feelings, of sunshine highlighting a ballet of dust particles, suspended animation.
Other times they are dim: I wonder who it was that lived those dreams;
What book did I read that story in?
Was it simply a philosophical scramble? a Shakespearean assay of ecclesiastical vanity?
Who knows the rhyme of this poetry called life? or the sum of its equations?
But through any residual confusion I cling to the steadfast; searching for sameness as a firm footing.
My foundation is strongest granite and will not crumble under my dancing feet.
And yes, despite the fog rolling in, despite the dreams that shadow my resolve, despite the tears dimming my heart, when the fog rolls away I will bask in the sun and I will never stop dancing.
Christine
Currently listening to: Texas Public Radio's classical music station.
Just watched: Wooster and Jeeves, and Little Rascals (various episodes of both).
10.26.2005
Test time
Tuesday Danielle and I had a yoga test (oops, I forgot that I wasn't going to ever admit that to anyone, but I guess this doesn't really count as no one reads my blog anyway).
We did fine, I think. Tomorrow we have a much harder test in philosophy. For my in-class essay I am writing about Determinism verses the hierarchical compatibility theory of free will (oh joy).
Dad is getting better day by day. I can't believe how much he has changed since he has stopped taking his medications. The vitamins have helped too, I think, but that is harder to tell. His recovering process is a huge relief; I have been so worried. I love him so much. Thank God that this time of excruciating pain is over for the whole family.
*sigh* I fear I am rambling because I am tired.
Later,
'Stine
Currently listening to: Girl with a Pearl Earring, by Tracy Chevalier (audio book).
We did fine, I think. Tomorrow we have a much harder test in philosophy. For my in-class essay I am writing about Determinism verses the hierarchical compatibility theory of free will (oh joy).
Dad is getting better day by day. I can't believe how much he has changed since he has stopped taking his medications. The vitamins have helped too, I think, but that is harder to tell. His recovering process is a huge relief; I have been so worried. I love him so much. Thank God that this time of excruciating pain is over for the whole family.
*sigh* I fear I am rambling because I am tired.
Later,
'Stine
Currently listening to: Girl with a Pearl Earring, by Tracy Chevalier (audio book).
10.17.2005
Quote for the day
Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice;
journalism what will be grasped at once. -Cyril Connolly, critic and editor
(1903-1974)
journalism what will be grasped at once. -Cyril Connolly, critic and editor
(1903-1974)
10.15.2005
School can be a wonderful place...
10-13-2005
School can be a wonderful place (stress the word "can"). I'm just sitting here waiting for this guy to finish reading the book that I need for my class tomorrow. One of the other girls in my class had checked it out already and I was helping her scan copies of it for her to use. This guy came up and asked if we were almost done and then he just stood there waiting for us to be done with it. I figured he was in a greater hurry than I was and I didn't want him standing over my shoulder the whole time I was trying to figure out what to copy, so I asked him if he would take very long. He said 10-15 minutes, so I let him have it. And now I am just waiting.
...*minutes pass*...
*sigh*
We are having "issues" at home right now. I'm fine with everything that's going on, but Laura is upset because Mom and Dad told her that they feel Nathan is not the right guy for her. She doesn't know if he is or isn't (at least that's what she told me), but she wants to keep up her relationship with him. Mom and Dad told her that they suggested she didn't call him or IM him any more, but that since they were friends they could email back and forth. They are setting up times to email each other and are treating email like IM. Laura and I had a little bit of a talk the other day about the situation, but I don't think she has resolved to do anything on her own. She seems to feel that she'll hurt his feelings, plus it's nice to be in a relationship with someone who likes you and compliments you. It's nice to have someone to think about and it's nice to think that they're thinking about you. I talked about getting trapped in a relationship and not being able to do anything because you're involved with someone else.
___________________________
10-15-2005
Anyways, the guy came back then and gave me the book so I saved this as a draft and have come back today to finish it off and get it published.
The little speech went alright, though I totally blanked on my topic and didn't have it written on my note card, so I kinda fudged that a bit *extremely embarrassed*
Atka, the first girl to speak, spoke so well that I think it intimidated everyone else. Shelley, my instructor, asked us if we had any questions and the whole room was dead quiet. I raised my hand slowly and asked: "What if our talk doesn't sound like Atka's?" Everyone laughed (kind of nervously, but relieved) and Shelley laughed and told us that everyone was different when it came to giving speeches and that Atka must have taken a speech class or taught one or something. This made everyone feel a little better and we all gave our speeches without too much stuttering or stumbling.
Before my student leadership class I had a meeting with my Philosophy Professor. He is getting together a team of students for something called "the Ethics Bowl". It's similar to a debate team, only each person gets to take his own stance in a given situation. I'm excited to do something new, only I hope it won't be too much for me to bear.
Today the family is having a garage sale. Eric is running it and he's supposed to make half of whatever the whole sale makes... sounds like he's really making out, but I don't care as long as I'm not the one having to work the sale. I like going to garage sales, but not running them. I guess it's really the thought of all our rejects sitting out on the driveway for people to go through that really bothers me.
So I'm avoiding it all together.
Tonight I have to work (no play for me this weekend, but I think I already mentioned this fact). I go in at 5:30PM and come home about 10:00AM. *sigh* all night in a building with a group of 30 children and a few of their parents... doesn't sound like fun to me, but at least I'm getting paid.
BLAH.
I feel like running and hiding. We'll see how it goes.
That's all for now folks.
Christine
School can be a wonderful place (stress the word "can"). I'm just sitting here waiting for this guy to finish reading the book that I need for my class tomorrow. One of the other girls in my class had checked it out already and I was helping her scan copies of it for her to use. This guy came up and asked if we were almost done and then he just stood there waiting for us to be done with it. I figured he was in a greater hurry than I was and I didn't want him standing over my shoulder the whole time I was trying to figure out what to copy, so I asked him if he would take very long. He said 10-15 minutes, so I let him have it. And now I am just waiting.
...*minutes pass*...
*sigh*
We are having "issues" at home right now. I'm fine with everything that's going on, but Laura is upset because Mom and Dad told her that they feel Nathan is not the right guy for her. She doesn't know if he is or isn't (at least that's what she told me), but she wants to keep up her relationship with him. Mom and Dad told her that they suggested she didn't call him or IM him any more, but that since they were friends they could email back and forth. They are setting up times to email each other and are treating email like IM. Laura and I had a little bit of a talk the other day about the situation, but I don't think she has resolved to do anything on her own. She seems to feel that she'll hurt his feelings, plus it's nice to be in a relationship with someone who likes you and compliments you. It's nice to have someone to think about and it's nice to think that they're thinking about you. I talked about getting trapped in a relationship and not being able to do anything because you're involved with someone else.
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10-15-2005
Anyways, the guy came back then and gave me the book so I saved this as a draft and have come back today to finish it off and get it published.
The little speech went alright, though I totally blanked on my topic and didn't have it written on my note card, so I kinda fudged that a bit *extremely embarrassed*
Atka, the first girl to speak, spoke so well that I think it intimidated everyone else. Shelley, my instructor, asked us if we had any questions and the whole room was dead quiet. I raised my hand slowly and asked: "What if our talk doesn't sound like Atka's?" Everyone laughed (kind of nervously, but relieved) and Shelley laughed and told us that everyone was different when it came to giving speeches and that Atka must have taken a speech class or taught one or something. This made everyone feel a little better and we all gave our speeches without too much stuttering or stumbling.
Before my student leadership class I had a meeting with my Philosophy Professor. He is getting together a team of students for something called "the Ethics Bowl". It's similar to a debate team, only each person gets to take his own stance in a given situation. I'm excited to do something new, only I hope it won't be too much for me to bear.
Today the family is having a garage sale. Eric is running it and he's supposed to make half of whatever the whole sale makes... sounds like he's really making out, but I don't care as long as I'm not the one having to work the sale. I like going to garage sales, but not running them. I guess it's really the thought of all our rejects sitting out on the driveway for people to go through that really bothers me.
So I'm avoiding it all together.
Tonight I have to work (no play for me this weekend, but I think I already mentioned this fact). I go in at 5:30PM and come home about 10:00AM. *sigh* all night in a building with a group of 30 children and a few of their parents... doesn't sound like fun to me, but at least I'm getting paid.
BLAH.
I feel like running and hiding. We'll see how it goes.
That's all for now folks.
Christine
9.30.2005
Excitement yesterday, today... and forever?
Whatever, I couldn't think of a better title, so there.
Yesterday in Philosophy I got my paper back with a big 85 on it. That is the lowest grade I have ever received on any school assignment. I'm very much bummed out by the whole experience. My professor told me that I focused too much on how a real Christian should be an existentialist and not enough on Christian existentialism. I guess that made sense to me. I wish I could rewrite the stupid paper.
Last night Andrew and Laura went to a concert. I couldn't go because it was on the opposite side of town from school and I wouldn't have made it in time for anything but the last song or so. Instead I went back to Marianne's to eat dinner and rest by myself. I walked in the front door and there were fluffy white bits of cotton and shreds of plastic wrapping all over the floor. The dogs had obviously destroyed some new item. After sleuthing around I discovered that what they had strewn across 3/4ths of the whole house was a (used) feminine napkin (also known as a "pad"). *sigh* Oh the sacrifices we make for our animals (and the dreams we have of sacrificing them).
This morning I had a class at school related to a scholarship. I completely forgot my parking permit (for parking at the college) so I had to go to the on-campus DPS office to get a day permit. After getting the permit, I had to meet with my instructor in her office before class. Everything went fine until I got into class and realized that I didn't have my purse with me. I excused myself and ran downstairs to the bathroom (thinking maybe I'd left it in there). No purse. Then I checked with lost and found. No purse. I felt terrible, but I figured either someone had turned it in to DPS or I was screwed. So I went back to class. I sat there for an hour and a half thinking about my purse. In my wallet I had two checks, one for $86 and another on for $12, not to mention my $200 phone (before rebate, but still). We took a 5 minute break and I ran out to check the car, maybe I'd left it on the seat when I'd gone back out there earlier. Nope. I rushed over to DPS to ask there. No purse. Maybe I had gone to the upstairs bathroom, not the downstairs bathroom; they both look exactly alike. Nope, no purse. Then I thought, maybe, just maybe I'd left it in Shelly's office while I was talking to her. That's where it was. Oh, I was so relieved. That really made my day. Just the feeling of having lost something and then finding out that I hadn't lost it at all. I felt like I'd just lost 50 pounds and all of it came from my chest.
Today is an exciting day because this guy, Nathan, who Laura met over the internet is coming to visit. He and Laura have really hit it off. He just got here about 10 minutes ago and I'm scared to meet him because I worry that he won't be what I had in mind for Laura. From the window he looks as though he wouldn't quite measure up to my expectations, but I guess I should wait to meet him first.
GGggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
That is how I feel right now, like yelling at the top of my lungs and with all the force I can muster from deep in my chest. Then I would groan and then I would scream!!!
Anyways I guess I should go and get the torturous thing over with.
(more later)
Christine
Currently watching: Princess Mononoke
Currently reading: Kimberly's blog
Yesterday in Philosophy I got my paper back with a big 85 on it. That is the lowest grade I have ever received on any school assignment. I'm very much bummed out by the whole experience. My professor told me that I focused too much on how a real Christian should be an existentialist and not enough on Christian existentialism. I guess that made sense to me. I wish I could rewrite the stupid paper.
Last night Andrew and Laura went to a concert. I couldn't go because it was on the opposite side of town from school and I wouldn't have made it in time for anything but the last song or so. Instead I went back to Marianne's to eat dinner and rest by myself. I walked in the front door and there were fluffy white bits of cotton and shreds of plastic wrapping all over the floor. The dogs had obviously destroyed some new item. After sleuthing around I discovered that what they had strewn across 3/4ths of the whole house was a (used) feminine napkin (also known as a "pad"). *sigh* Oh the sacrifices we make for our animals (and the dreams we have of sacrificing them).
This morning I had a class at school related to a scholarship. I completely forgot my parking permit (for parking at the college) so I had to go to the on-campus DPS office to get a day permit. After getting the permit, I had to meet with my instructor in her office before class. Everything went fine until I got into class and realized that I didn't have my purse with me. I excused myself and ran downstairs to the bathroom (thinking maybe I'd left it in there). No purse. Then I checked with lost and found. No purse. I felt terrible, but I figured either someone had turned it in to DPS or I was screwed. So I went back to class. I sat there for an hour and a half thinking about my purse. In my wallet I had two checks, one for $86 and another on for $12, not to mention my $200 phone (before rebate, but still). We took a 5 minute break and I ran out to check the car, maybe I'd left it on the seat when I'd gone back out there earlier. Nope. I rushed over to DPS to ask there. No purse. Maybe I had gone to the upstairs bathroom, not the downstairs bathroom; they both look exactly alike. Nope, no purse. Then I thought, maybe, just maybe I'd left it in Shelly's office while I was talking to her. That's where it was. Oh, I was so relieved. That really made my day. Just the feeling of having lost something and then finding out that I hadn't lost it at all. I felt like I'd just lost 50 pounds and all of it came from my chest.
Today is an exciting day because this guy, Nathan, who Laura met over the internet is coming to visit. He and Laura have really hit it off. He just got here about 10 minutes ago and I'm scared to meet him because I worry that he won't be what I had in mind for Laura. From the window he looks as though he wouldn't quite measure up to my expectations, but I guess I should wait to meet him first.
GGggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
That is how I feel right now, like yelling at the top of my lungs and with all the force I can muster from deep in my chest. Then I would groan and then I would scream!!!
Anyways I guess I should go and get the torturous thing over with.
(more later)
Christine
Currently watching: Princess Mononoke
Currently reading: Kimberly's blog
9.27.2005
Sitting here...
Well, I'm just sitting here at school... bored out of my mind (as you probably are from reading my blog). In Speech class today we each signed up for a country that we get to give a 5 minute speech about in class on Oct 13th. I got Russia. Hopefully between now and the 13th I will learn a heck of a lot more than I know now about Russia so that I'll be able to say something beyond "Russia is a cold, dark communist country." I also got some homework back with good grades all the way. WOO HOO!! Yup. That's about it. Danielle and I ate lunch and are waiting for 2PM to come so that we can go to our Philosophy class. *sigh* Only one more hour to go. Not that I especially want to go to class (though I am supposed to be getting my paper on Soren Kierkegaard back from the Prof), it's just that the sooner it's over the sooner I can go to Yoga and then the sooner I can go to US Government, Drawing, and finally HOME. Actually I don't really get to go home, just to Marianne's; but at least it's not here. Oh well.
Laters,
Christine
Laters,
Christine
9.26.2005
Today... uhm yeah.
Today (fitting beginning, considering the title, but not very original) I woke up alone (tragically, yes). To have had it otherwise would have been shocking indeed, considering that I spent the whole of yesterday evening and last night alone with the doors firmly locked, it only follows that I should have woken up alone. Anyways, I woke up alone and decided to spend the whole day naked... (now I have your attention, don't I?) Ok, ok, I admit I wasn't always completely naked because some of the time I was wearing my panties and a tank-top, but that was only when I got cold, *grin* which was after I came back inside from sunning myself (and don't you dare tell anyone or I'll never forgive you).
Well, after admitting to that, the rest of the day seems rather bland.
Homework was the activity of the day... or I should say: "activities of the day". I have been working on it off and on all day long (though to be fair it has been mostly off). Right now I'm just doodling and waiting for Andrew and Laura to get home from school (they go four days a week, to my two); they are due to arrive any minute now so I should go ahead and publish this before they come in and discover what I'm posting (having already put some clothes on in preparation for their arrival, my secret should be safe from discovery... unless Laura gets a wild hair and decides to actually read my blog, which could be scary. Nevertheless, I shall post despite the danger of discovery and subsequent consequences). Also, I should probably fix some dinner for the three of us; I'm starved.
One the Menu: Chicken breast and stir fry veggies. Yum.
Well, after admitting to that, the rest of the day seems rather bland.
Homework was the activity of the day... or I should say: "activities of the day". I have been working on it off and on all day long (though to be fair it has been mostly off). Right now I'm just doodling and waiting for Andrew and Laura to get home from school (they go four days a week, to my two); they are due to arrive any minute now so I should go ahead and publish this before they come in and discover what I'm posting (having already put some clothes on in preparation for their arrival, my secret should be safe from discovery... unless Laura gets a wild hair and decides to actually read my blog, which could be scary. Nevertheless, I shall post despite the danger of discovery and subsequent consequences). Also, I should probably fix some dinner for the three of us; I'm starved.
One the Menu: Chicken breast and stir fry veggies. Yum.
9.21.2005
House sitting, Carrie's, zoo and all (oh, and school too).
Well faithful (if nonexistent) readers, it has been a while since my last blog entry and you (all 3x3+4-13 of you) must be waiting on the edges of your (very empty) seats for the next (tragically boring) installment. You are? Good.
Anyways, past the sarcasm, I've been truly busy with school (we had an in class essay yesterday for Philosophy midterm and last Tuesday my group of four in speech class had to give an hour long speech for the whole class). Marianne (US Gov. teacher from last semester) and her fiancé Helmut are in Europe for almost four weeks and I'm house sitting for them. Living across town for four weeks certainly has contributed a substantial amount of busy-ness to my life. [Gosh this post is going together like pickles and ice cream. Don't know why I'm having so much difficulty making it flow... maybe it's because I'm out of practice ;P ]
Last Wednesday I had to go into the zoo for TB testing (no, it's not because I'm an animal or anything). I start working on Friday... not sure how that's going to be, working with kids instead of animals. I'm worried that I'm going to miss working with the Bird Dept. really bad and will stress out about it. I hate thinking about something a lot and having it ride me without my permission. ...if that makes any sense whatsoever.
Oh, but the point of me telling that story was so that I could say who I saw that day i was at the zoo for a whole hour for the first time in 3 or 4 months. I saw Marcus. It was a shock because he has moved to Florida with his fiancé (my used to be really good friend, Julia). Marcus and I dated for almost a year while we were working together at the zoo several years ago and we were really good friends for about a year before that. We don't keep in touch any more (for sort of obvious reasons), but the odds of us being at the zoo at the same time and running into each other are probably a million to one. Needless to say I got the shock of my life. We just kinda said "hi" and I left because I was on my way out anyway.
Blah.
Saturday night Carrie and Jordan had me over to their house. Jason was there and I brought Nick's shorts (short films, not boxers) so we could all watch them (Nick is one of my younger brothers. He's 17 and has been making short films since he was about 15). They loved the shorts and actually watched his GI Joe one twice. Afterwards Jordan went to bed and Carrie, Jason and I sat out on the driveway and talking and watching the clouds roll past. We didn't go back inside 'til about 2:30 AM. Ten I had to drive back out to Marianne's all by my self.
Andrew and Laura have been staying out there with me, but sometimes they don't come. Laura had to have her wisdom teeth out so she was sick that night, and Andrew needed his rest so he stayed home too.
Well, I have to go now to take Andrew to school and go back to Marianne's to do some studying of my own.
I'll try to keep better updates.
'Stine
Anyways, past the sarcasm, I've been truly busy with school (we had an in class essay yesterday for Philosophy midterm and last Tuesday my group of four in speech class had to give an hour long speech for the whole class). Marianne (US Gov. teacher from last semester) and her fiancé Helmut are in Europe for almost four weeks and I'm house sitting for them. Living across town for four weeks certainly has contributed a substantial amount of busy-ness to my life. [Gosh this post is going together like pickles and ice cream. Don't know why I'm having so much difficulty making it flow... maybe it's because I'm out of practice ;P ]
Last Wednesday I had to go into the zoo for TB testing (no, it's not because I'm an animal or anything). I start working on Friday... not sure how that's going to be, working with kids instead of animals. I'm worried that I'm going to miss working with the Bird Dept. really bad and will stress out about it. I hate thinking about something a lot and having it ride me without my permission. ...if that makes any sense whatsoever.
Oh, but the point of me telling that story was so that I could say who I saw that day i was at the zoo for a whole hour for the first time in 3 or 4 months. I saw Marcus. It was a shock because he has moved to Florida with his fiancé (my used to be really good friend, Julia). Marcus and I dated for almost a year while we were working together at the zoo several years ago and we were really good friends for about a year before that. We don't keep in touch any more (for sort of obvious reasons), but the odds of us being at the zoo at the same time and running into each other are probably a million to one. Needless to say I got the shock of my life. We just kinda said "hi" and I left because I was on my way out anyway.
Blah.
Saturday night Carrie and Jordan had me over to their house. Jason was there and I brought Nick's shorts (short films, not boxers) so we could all watch them (Nick is one of my younger brothers. He's 17 and has been making short films since he was about 15). They loved the shorts and actually watched his GI Joe one twice. Afterwards Jordan went to bed and Carrie, Jason and I sat out on the driveway and talking and watching the clouds roll past. We didn't go back inside 'til about 2:30 AM. Ten I had to drive back out to Marianne's all by my self.
Andrew and Laura have been staying out there with me, but sometimes they don't come. Laura had to have her wisdom teeth out so she was sick that night, and Andrew needed his rest so he stayed home too.
Well, I have to go now to take Andrew to school and go back to Marianne's to do some studying of my own.
I'll try to keep better updates.
'Stine
9.07.2005
Ok...
Alright, so the speech didn't turn out half as bad as I thought it was going to be. "Rupert" showed up and I talked to him a bit before the speech, so I was able to add a few details that I hadn't been able to remember from before.
However, I'm still bummed out about the yoga class.
I talked to Kimberly last night and we worked a few of her math problems together. She always has something funny to say that makes me laugh. It's good to have friends like that.
In philosophy we talked about belief in (a conventional Christian, Muslim, Hebrew) God and how it can/cannot be justified considering the evil in the World. Despite having premonitions of headaches and stress, the discussion turned out to be really good. I think my philosophy prof is a Christian. He looks at the problems from as many sides as he can, but he always comes back to the fact that you can't prove or disprove God in the end, because it takes faith.
Here are some of the arguments for the existence of God despite the evil in the world:
1) The Knowledge defense =the reason God allows evil is so that we can know love; so that we can understand what is good by knowing what is bad.
Counterargument: Way more evil is present in the World than is necessary for us to simply know what is good and what is bad.
2) Free Will defense =God wants us to be able to have control over our own actions; He wants us to choose good over evil and not to just be puppets of His will.
Counterargument: Why didn't God make us want to do good all the time; or at least most of the time? why didn't he snuff out Hitler and Stalin and all those terrible people before they were even conceived and make more people like Mother Theresa, Able Lincoln, and Martin Luther King Jr.?
3)Soul Building defense =What doesn't kill you just makes you stronger. God would never give you anything too hard for you to bear.
Counterargument: Some people, including Christians break down under stress and pain and aren't ever able to get back up.l
4)Finite god defense =a god who is limited (not all powerful, all loving, and all knowing).
5) Ideal Humanity defense =God allows evil because it builds humanity up and makes us better people. natural disasters and WW II brought people together to do good.
counterargument: How long does the goodwill really last? Most changes only last a short while before we move on with our lives and forget the hardships. Also, it isn't right for some to benefit from the suffering of innocents, either.
6) Leap of Faith =Christianity is illogical, so you must just believe.
is there such a thing as rational or irrational faith?
Anyways we concluded that each of the arguments taken singly didn't make complete sense, but that when you lumped them together (with the exception of "finite god") they made more sense.
A few points the prof didn't bring up was that the Bible has a perfectly good explanation of why there is evil in the World; man embraced it when he ate of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil and we have been sinning ever since. The World will one day be made new and all this sin and ugliness will pass away. A second point is the Law of Entropy =everything slowly deteriorates, or slows down without an outside force acting upon it. So, God must exist, for without Him the World would cease to run.
On Thursday we will be discussing existentialism.
*sigh* That is all.
Christine
However, I'm still bummed out about the yoga class.
I talked to Kimberly last night and we worked a few of her math problems together. She always has something funny to say that makes me laugh. It's good to have friends like that.
In philosophy we talked about belief in (a conventional Christian, Muslim, Hebrew) God and how it can/cannot be justified considering the evil in the World. Despite having premonitions of headaches and stress, the discussion turned out to be really good. I think my philosophy prof is a Christian. He looks at the problems from as many sides as he can, but he always comes back to the fact that you can't prove or disprove God in the end, because it takes faith.
Here are some of the arguments for the existence of God despite the evil in the world:
1) The Knowledge defense =the reason God allows evil is so that we can know love; so that we can understand what is good by knowing what is bad.
Counterargument: Way more evil is present in the World than is necessary for us to simply know what is good and what is bad.
2) Free Will defense =God wants us to be able to have control over our own actions; He wants us to choose good over evil and not to just be puppets of His will.
Counterargument: Why didn't God make us want to do good all the time; or at least most of the time? why didn't he snuff out Hitler and Stalin and all those terrible people before they were even conceived and make more people like Mother Theresa, Able Lincoln, and Martin Luther King Jr.?
3)Soul Building defense =What doesn't kill you just makes you stronger. God would never give you anything too hard for you to bear.
Counterargument: Some people, including Christians break down under stress and pain and aren't ever able to get back up.l
4)Finite god defense =a god who is limited (not all powerful, all loving, and all knowing).
5) Ideal Humanity defense =God allows evil because it builds humanity up and makes us better people. natural disasters and WW II brought people together to do good.
counterargument: How long does the goodwill really last? Most changes only last a short while before we move on with our lives and forget the hardships. Also, it isn't right for some to benefit from the suffering of innocents, either.
6) Leap of Faith =Christianity is illogical, so you must just believe.
is there such a thing as rational or irrational faith?
Anyways we concluded that each of the arguments taken singly didn't make complete sense, but that when you lumped them together (with the exception of "finite god") they made more sense.
A few points the prof didn't bring up was that the Bible has a perfectly good explanation of why there is evil in the World; man embraced it when he ate of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil and we have been sinning ever since. The World will one day be made new and all this sin and ugliness will pass away. A second point is the Law of Entropy =everything slowly deteriorates, or slows down without an outside force acting upon it. So, God must exist, for without Him the World would cease to run.
On Thursday we will be discussing existentialism.
*sigh* That is all.
Christine
9.06.2005
Speech today
Today in speech class we are giving introductory speeches, introducing each other to the class. Mine sounds as though it is going to turn out lame, Lame, LAME.
sorry.
I'm sitting here at school and I feel like I've done everything I can to prepare for this speech. The guy I'm introducing "Rupert" gave me his work phone and work email, so I'm at a loss as to what to say. We conducted interviews last class period, so I have some information on him, but we are supposed to begin our speech with an ice breaker and I can't come up with anything funny or even mildly amusing to catch people's attention. Since I couldn't get a hold of "Rupert", I can't get any ideas from him either.
If you can't tell I'm a bit bummed out about it all.
Anyways, on a lighter note: I'm leaving the Yoga class that I really enjoy so that I can attend a different one in the afternoon sandwiched between two of my other classes and eating up my study time for my Government class. This was all Danielle's idea and don't get me wrong, I understand the sense of it because we will not have to get up as early to come to school, but I like this instructor and just wish things could stay the same.
There, I'm still in my bad funk.
Let's see... some good news...hmm, can't think of any.
Okay, Next weekend I get to go to the avian seminar in Houston. That's exciting. Also, I begin house sitting for my former American government professor, Marianne and her fiancé while they are in Europe for a month. That is also exciting.
Alright, well it's 10:30AM and I need to go so that I can get ready for my speech class.
bye,
Christine
sorry.
I'm sitting here at school and I feel like I've done everything I can to prepare for this speech. The guy I'm introducing "Rupert" gave me his work phone and work email, so I'm at a loss as to what to say. We conducted interviews last class period, so I have some information on him, but we are supposed to begin our speech with an ice breaker and I can't come up with anything funny or even mildly amusing to catch people's attention. Since I couldn't get a hold of "Rupert", I can't get any ideas from him either.
If you can't tell I'm a bit bummed out about it all.
Anyways, on a lighter note: I'm leaving the Yoga class that I really enjoy so that I can attend a different one in the afternoon sandwiched between two of my other classes and eating up my study time for my Government class. This was all Danielle's idea and don't get me wrong, I understand the sense of it because we will not have to get up as early to come to school, but I like this instructor and just wish things could stay the same.
There, I'm still in my bad funk.
Let's see... some good news...hmm, can't think of any.
Okay, Next weekend I get to go to the avian seminar in Houston. That's exciting. Also, I begin house sitting for my former American government professor, Marianne and her fiancé while they are in Europe for a month. That is also exciting.
Alright, well it's 10:30AM and I need to go so that I can get ready for my speech class.
bye,
Christine
9.05.2005
Imperial Moth, Uncles and Cousins, Sisters and boys...that's all I'm gonna say about that one, and general "stuff"
Today we had the craziest, huge moth in our backyard. I looked it up and found out that it is a female imperial moth (Eacles imperialis). Here are several pictures:
Dad's cousin Jerry came down from Dallas to see his dad (Our great uncle, Marcel). This was the first time in over 15 years that they had seen each other. Uncle Marcel essentially abandoned his two sons and their mother when the boys were in their preteens. Jerry wanted to make peace with Uncle Marcel before he dies (we just recently had to put him in a skilled nursing facility). Jimmy, Uncle Marcel's other son didn't want to have anything to do with U.M. any more so he didn't come and doesn't even want to talk with Marcel on the phone. We've been praying that Uncle Marcel, Jerry, and Jimmy will be able to find healing.
On a new note: Laura is having boy issues. He's coming from College Station to meet the family on the 30th, so we'll just have to wait and see what happens. I shouldn't say any more on this issue as Laura occasionally reads this blog and would skin me alive for talking about it.
...I will say one more thing, though, she was on the phone with this guy from 7:20PM to about 9:00PM last night. Ooohh La La! I may have said too much. *grin*
I'm trying (not really hard, though) to get my homework done in time for school tomorrow. I don't like doing homework on three-day weekends because it always feels as though I'm losing out.
I wish I weren't so very lazy. I would get ever-so-much-more stuff done.
The bird club seminar is next weekend. I have known this since last year at this time, but have only barely finished the seminar picture in time to be published in our seminar booklet. At least I finished it.
Here is a (very bad) copy of it:
As I really should be getting back to homework, this is all for today
Christine
Currently watching (from the other room): Pooh's Heffalump Movie
Currently reading (school textbooks): Communicate!, Questions that Matter, and Drawing. (sorry for not listing the authors, but not in the mood to look).
-stine
Dad's cousin Jerry came down from Dallas to see his dad (Our great uncle, Marcel). This was the first time in over 15 years that they had seen each other. Uncle Marcel essentially abandoned his two sons and their mother when the boys were in their preteens. Jerry wanted to make peace with Uncle Marcel before he dies (we just recently had to put him in a skilled nursing facility). Jimmy, Uncle Marcel's other son didn't want to have anything to do with U.M. any more so he didn't come and doesn't even want to talk with Marcel on the phone. We've been praying that Uncle Marcel, Jerry, and Jimmy will be able to find healing.
On a new note: Laura is having boy issues. He's coming from College Station to meet the family on the 30th, so we'll just have to wait and see what happens. I shouldn't say any more on this issue as Laura occasionally reads this blog and would skin me alive for talking about it.
...I will say one more thing, though, she was on the phone with this guy from 7:20PM to about 9:00PM last night. Ooohh La La! I may have said too much. *grin*
I'm trying (not really hard, though) to get my homework done in time for school tomorrow. I don't like doing homework on three-day weekends because it always feels as though I'm losing out.
I wish I weren't so very lazy. I would get ever-so-much-more stuff done.
The bird club seminar is next weekend. I have known this since last year at this time, but have only barely finished the seminar picture in time to be published in our seminar booklet. At least I finished it.
Here is a (very bad) copy of it:
As I really should be getting back to homework, this is all for today
Christine
Currently watching (from the other room): Pooh's Heffalump Movie
Currently reading (school textbooks): Communicate!, Questions that Matter, and Drawing. (sorry for not listing the authors, but not in the mood to look).
-stine
8.31.2005
School and all that good stuff
Yeah, so the first week and a half of school has already become obsolete in the annals of what is relevant to the here and now, but I will attempt a recap fr the benefit of all you History Majors out there.
Last Tuesday morning (my first day of school) Mom woke me up with the disquieting phrase: "Christine, it's 7:20 aren't you supposed to be leaving for school?". For some reason (probably power outage) my alarm had not gone off as scheduled and I had overslept by about an hour. Ouch. Mom fed my birds for me and I grabbed my stuff an ran out the door. Needless to say I was 15 minutes late for my first class, getting there in time to sign in, take a syllabus and be dismissed with the rest of the class (how embarrassing). The rest of the day went alright, so I guess I shouldn't complain...
On Thursday my last two classes: Government 5-6:15PM and Art 6:30-9:15PM both were canceled, so Danielle (she is in Gov. too) went to go see The Skeleton Key at the theater. Freaky movie, but lacking something...don't know what it is, but it's lacking.
Anyways, Saturday I went to church with Kimberly again. They were having something called "College Night". College night is more of a "hang out, talk, play games, and eat good food night" than anything else. Kimberly and I left early to go to our friend Sheila's birthday party. The difference between the two crowds was remarkable. Sheila got quite a bit drunk so Kimberly and I took her home. Then I ran Kimberly home and didn't get home myself until 1:30AM or so. That was a tired weekend.
The last bit of news is that I've been accepted into a program through my school. I am so VERY excited! There is a possible scholarship for $500 and there is also the possibility of two trips: one to Washington, DC and the other to Austin, TX. I can't wait to get involved.
That's all for now,
Christine
Last Tuesday morning (my first day of school) Mom woke me up with the disquieting phrase: "Christine, it's 7:20 aren't you supposed to be leaving for school?". For some reason (probably power outage) my alarm had not gone off as scheduled and I had overslept by about an hour. Ouch. Mom fed my birds for me and I grabbed my stuff an ran out the door. Needless to say I was 15 minutes late for my first class, getting there in time to sign in, take a syllabus and be dismissed with the rest of the class (how embarrassing). The rest of the day went alright, so I guess I shouldn't complain...
On Thursday my last two classes: Government 5-6:15PM and Art 6:30-9:15PM both were canceled, so Danielle (she is in Gov. too) went to go see The Skeleton Key at the theater. Freaky movie, but lacking something...don't know what it is, but it's lacking.
Anyways, Saturday I went to church with Kimberly again. They were having something called "College Night". College night is more of a "hang out, talk, play games, and eat good food night" than anything else. Kimberly and I left early to go to our friend Sheila's birthday party. The difference between the two crowds was remarkable. Sheila got quite a bit drunk so Kimberly and I took her home. Then I ran Kimberly home and didn't get home myself until 1:30AM or so. That was a tired weekend.
The last bit of news is that I've been accepted into a program through my school. I am so VERY excited! There is a possible scholarship for $500 and there is also the possibility of two trips: one to Washington, DC and the other to Austin, TX. I can't wait to get involved.
That's all for now,
Christine
8.21.2005
Sad Day / Happy Day
Today Grace called crying and told me that her little dog, Peanut, had been attacked by a pack of dogs that live in her neighborhood. She asked if I could come and try to do something for him because she was afraid that he might die. When I got there he wasn't moving. He was anemic and had huge, fluid-filled bruises on his back and stomach. He was cold, barely able to move and couldn't stand. We took him outside in the sun to warm him. After seeing him, I didn't think there was much hope. Grace asked what we should do and I told her that we could take him to an emergency animal hospital, but that it would be extremely expensive and Peanut probably wouldn't make it anyways. I told her the best thing for the dog would be to drive it home so that Dad could euthanize him so that he wouldn't suffer. We decided to take him home and see what Dad thought about the situation (Dad is an M.D.). Well, it was a thirty minute drive home and when we got there Dad didn't really have any ideas either. He asked if I'd called anyone from the animal clinic (where I volunteer), so I called Tina. While I was explaining the situation to Tina, Peanut started convulsing and I knew he was dying. I told Tina I'd call her back later and just stood there and held Grace while her dog died. She was (understandably) very upset. Laura and I drove Grace back home and helped her bury Peanut in her backyard. Bye the time Laura and I left Grace's, she was feeling a little better; but I'm sure she'll have to work through the pain for a while before she feels all the way better.
Kimberly called today too; she was upset because she was worried that I was upset with her over our conversation Saturday night. She felt like she'd just dumped all her problems on me and that she had scared me away. What really had happened was the opposite; she drew me closer to her because of the genuineness of our conversation. One of life's rare joys is finding and connecting with a genuine person. My talk with Kimberly was, to me at least, like rain after a drought or food after a fast. She fed my longing for a mutual understanding with another person (outside of my family, of course).
So anyways, I guess that's it for today... I could list some other occurrences for the sake of journaling: Carrie and Jason came by the house while the family was having fellowship (they didn't time it that way on purpose, it just happened) so that Carrie could get a sick note from Dad for a riding competition she'd entered before she got sick. Laura and I painted Dad's new office room upstairs. We did it in a light gray and it is going to have a darker gray trim.
Blah, blah, blah.
Alright, that's all for now because, not only is it starting to sound really boring, but I'm falling asleep.
'stine
Kimberly called today too; she was upset because she was worried that I was upset with her over our conversation Saturday night. She felt like she'd just dumped all her problems on me and that she had scared me away. What really had happened was the opposite; she drew me closer to her because of the genuineness of our conversation. One of life's rare joys is finding and connecting with a genuine person. My talk with Kimberly was, to me at least, like rain after a drought or food after a fast. She fed my longing for a mutual understanding with another person (outside of my family, of course).
So anyways, I guess that's it for today... I could list some other occurrences for the sake of journaling: Carrie and Jason came by the house while the family was having fellowship (they didn't time it that way on purpose, it just happened) so that Carrie could get a sick note from Dad for a riding competition she'd entered before she got sick. Laura and I painted Dad's new office room upstairs. We did it in a light gray and it is going to have a darker gray trim.
Blah, blah, blah.
Alright, that's all for now because, not only is it starting to sound really boring, but I'm falling asleep.
'stine
8.20.2005
Church
Tonight, for the first time in probably eight years, I "went to church".
It is not that I don't believe in God; I am a Christian. It is that churches tend to ignore the people and focus on the building and the "congregation" (aka "not the individual people making up the congregation, but the overall appearance and the continued monetary support of the "church" by the people). I just can't justify the cattle at the feeding trough style of "getting God". I much prefer to have my own personal relationship with Him. Isn't that why Jesus came? so that we could have one on one with God and not have to worry about all the in-betweens? Otherwise why bother coming at all? Did he come to save animals? Because that is the only difference I can see between today's churches and the ones of the Old Testament: that today's churches don't sacrifice animals for the sins of the people. We still follow a "code of conduct" all figured out for us by the pastor/priest/rabbi and then we don't have to worry about being bothered to figure any of it out for ourselves, or God-forbid, actually talk to God and have Him give us specific advice for our own situation.
Anyways *steps down from well-worn soapbox*
I really liked this church that I went to tonight. Kimberly (who I work with at the animal clinic) invited me to go with her (she goes almost every Saturday night). It was a tiny church with only maybe twenty or so people attending. We had a time of worship and then the pastor had us read Job 23:1-7
Then Job answered and said,
"Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning. Oh that I knew where I might find him! [that] I might come [even] to his seat! I would order [my] cause before him, and fill my mouth with arguments. I would know the words [which] he would answer me, and understand what he would say unto me. Will he plead against me with [his] great power? No; but he would put [strength] in me. There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge."
The pastor asked us to split into groups of two and to pray about what we are desparate for. Then we read the scripture again and prayed in groups of four. Afterwards, we split up and Kimberly and I went outside and talked about our problems a little just to kinda clear the air.
Found out that we are pretty kindred spirits despite the fact that Kimberly can go a little bling-bling sometimes. I guess everyone has an odd side... I wonder what people say when they talk about me? Maybe it sounds like this: "That Christine, she's alright, even cool on occasion, though she can be a little bossy sometimes." or maybe it's "though she does go off the deep end withsome of her ideas."
Whatever.
Maybe next week Andrew and Laura will be able to come to "church" too.
Lots of drama here at the house this week; it was all very stressful and the challenge of not crying in front of anyone had to be compromised. I cried in front of family and then both cried and teared up (separate occasions) on the phone with friends. Crazy. Wish I were a pink and purple kangaroo.
Sorry, it's late.
Christine
Just Watched: Pacifier (it was funny and surprisingly clean, but lacked an element of reality).
Still Reading: The cat doctor book (previous post)... and the Bible.
Currently hugging: My pillow
It is not that I don't believe in God; I am a Christian. It is that churches tend to ignore the people and focus on the building and the "congregation" (aka "not the individual people making up the congregation, but the overall appearance and the continued monetary support of the "church" by the people). I just can't justify the cattle at the feeding trough style of "getting God". I much prefer to have my own personal relationship with Him. Isn't that why Jesus came? so that we could have one on one with God and not have to worry about all the in-betweens? Otherwise why bother coming at all? Did he come to save animals? Because that is the only difference I can see between today's churches and the ones of the Old Testament: that today's churches don't sacrifice animals for the sins of the people. We still follow a "code of conduct" all figured out for us by the pastor/priest/rabbi and then we don't have to worry about being bothered to figure any of it out for ourselves, or God-forbid, actually talk to God and have Him give us specific advice for our own situation.
Anyways *steps down from well-worn soapbox*
I really liked this church that I went to tonight. Kimberly (who I work with at the animal clinic) invited me to go with her (she goes almost every Saturday night). It was a tiny church with only maybe twenty or so people attending. We had a time of worship and then the pastor had us read Job 23:1-7
Then Job answered and said,
"Even to day [is] my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning. Oh that I knew where I might find him! [that] I might come [even] to his seat! I would order [my] cause before him, and fill my mouth with arguments. I would know the words [which] he would answer me, and understand what he would say unto me. Will he plead against me with [his] great power? No; but he would put [strength] in me. There the righteous might dispute with him; so should I be delivered for ever from my judge."
The pastor asked us to split into groups of two and to pray about what we are desparate for. Then we read the scripture again and prayed in groups of four. Afterwards, we split up and Kimberly and I went outside and talked about our problems a little just to kinda clear the air.
Found out that we are pretty kindred spirits despite the fact that Kimberly can go a little bling-bling sometimes. I guess everyone has an odd side... I wonder what people say when they talk about me? Maybe it sounds like this: "That Christine, she's alright, even cool on occasion, though she can be a little bossy sometimes." or maybe it's "though she does go off the deep end withsome of her ideas."
Whatever.
Maybe next week Andrew and Laura will be able to come to "church" too.
Lots of drama here at the house this week; it was all very stressful and the challenge of not crying in front of anyone had to be compromised. I cried in front of family and then both cried and teared up (separate occasions) on the phone with friends. Crazy. Wish I were a pink and purple kangaroo.
Sorry, it's late.
Christine
Just Watched: Pacifier (it was funny and surprisingly clean, but lacked an element of reality).
Still Reading: The cat doctor book (previous post)... and the Bible.
Currently hugging: My pillow
8.17.2005
How odd
Here, I've read about reading face lines. Here is a site that gives a rough sketchy attempt to read hand lines (no, this is not magic; the lines on our bodies come from activities or feelings we feel and are the result of muscle and skin movement). For the most part my results were true, though I don't know about the future stuff; maybe it is based on potential.
you can do your own here.
YOUR REPORT ON PALM ANALYSIS
Your strong, deeply etched lifeline reveals a strong nervous system. In addition to that it reveals an equally strong physical constitution. The stronger the life line, the stronger the overall constitution, ensuring that there is stamina, vitality and good health.
You are a person more likely to succumb to illness more easily and take longer to recover. With the nervous system being more sensitive and finely tuned, mental or emotional stress will play a large part in the overall physical well being.
You might become mentally unstable at the point of time as indicated by the cross in the lifeline.
You are hard working, alert and work according to a planned scheme. You are quite willing to follow rules and regulations and also to have continuity in a family business.
You are wise and intelligent. You carry out your activities with forethought and conviction. Sensitivity of nature becomes very noticeable.Your moodiness is often uncontrollable, in the sense that the company of people you may be in will dictate your moods.
You are a person who has a nurturing, caring nature with plenty of love to give,even to the extent of being termed posessive.
You prefer not to reveal your feelings but to ponder about it,assess and decide how to deal with them.
You may not be trustworthy. You are adept at telling lies.
You tend to fall sick often.
You will be active right up into old age.
You will be blessed with a stable relationship.
You may undertake many travels to many places.
You may be healthy,wealthy and may lead an honourable life.
Each braclet signifies a lifespan of about 30 years.
You are a person with robust constitution and excellent immunity from diseases.
you can do your own here.
YOUR REPORT ON PALM ANALYSIS
Your strong, deeply etched lifeline reveals a strong nervous system. In addition to that it reveals an equally strong physical constitution. The stronger the life line, the stronger the overall constitution, ensuring that there is stamina, vitality and good health.
You are a person more likely to succumb to illness more easily and take longer to recover. With the nervous system being more sensitive and finely tuned, mental or emotional stress will play a large part in the overall physical well being.
You might become mentally unstable at the point of time as indicated by the cross in the lifeline.
You are hard working, alert and work according to a planned scheme. You are quite willing to follow rules and regulations and also to have continuity in a family business.
You are wise and intelligent. You carry out your activities with forethought and conviction. Sensitivity of nature becomes very noticeable.Your moodiness is often uncontrollable, in the sense that the company of people you may be in will dictate your moods.
You are a person who has a nurturing, caring nature with plenty of love to give,even to the extent of being termed posessive.
You prefer not to reveal your feelings but to ponder about it,assess and decide how to deal with them.
You may not be trustworthy. You are adept at telling lies.
You tend to fall sick often.
You will be active right up into old age.
You will be blessed with a stable relationship.
You may undertake many travels to many places.
You may be healthy,wealthy and may lead an honourable life.
Each braclet signifies a lifespan of about 30 years.
You are a person with robust constitution and excellent immunity from diseases.
8.16.2005
TalkTonight
Kimberly, Danielle, and I are all talking together on Skype. Danielle and I are playing scrabble (she's winning). We play all the time and usually end up breaking even on the wins.
Later: Danielle is still winning scrabble, but she has gone to bed. Kimberly is telling me a story from her Dominican Republic trip. She got drunk off of a shot of rum the night before her trip back home. She said she even had a hangover *grin*.
On the way back they were super delayed because of a hurricane and then ended up driving from Houston in the middle of the night. Crazy.
Kimberly is a sweet girl that I work with at the animal clinic. She can talk.
Later: still talking.
I'm so tired.
Alright, Danielle and I are going to school tomorrow to pay for parking and so I can talk to an advisor about straightening out a few of my classes. Right now I need to go to bed.
G'night.
'stine
Later: Danielle is still winning scrabble, but she has gone to bed. Kimberly is telling me a story from her Dominican Republic trip. She got drunk off of a shot of rum the night before her trip back home. She said she even had a hangover *grin*.
On the way back they were super delayed because of a hurricane and then ended up driving from Houston in the middle of the night. Crazy.
Kimberly is a sweet girl that I work with at the animal clinic. She can talk.
Later: still talking.
I'm so tired.
Alright, Danielle and I are going to school tomorrow to pay for parking and so I can talk to an advisor about straightening out a few of my classes. Right now I need to go to bed.
G'night.
'stine
8.15.2005
The Grizzly Man
Tonight I went with several friends to an advanced screening of Grizzly man, a story about a man named Timothy Treadwell. He spent 13 summers in Alaska living with the Grizzly bears. He was killed by a bear in the fall of 2003. I never want to see the movie again, but I'm glad I saw it. Mr. Treadwell was a certified nut, but there were many times during the movie when I really identified with him *shudders*.
Really scary. If you don't see the movie (rated R for language), you should at least watch the trailer; it kind of gives a synopsis of Treadwell's story.
Anyways, it's been a long day, so goodnight.
'stine
Really scary. If you don't see the movie (rated R for language), you should at least watch the trailer; it kind of gives a synopsis of Treadwell's story.
Anyways, it's been a long day, so goodnight.
'stine
8.14.2005
Sometimes...
Life is black as night all around
dark and alone I stand
wrapped in blackness
Only small bits, like diamonds
scattered across life's expanse, twinkle
and break the monotony of black
The small bits, these "stars"
are very far away
It is a wonder we notice them at all
On the lighter nights the stars all but disappear,
we do not need their feeble light when the sky is bright with friendly moonlight.
But when the night is darkest and Hope, Joy, Love, Peace are all flown, with this, the blackest black, the stars cluster and burn and fill the night with their brilliance.
Too numerous to count
they bring hope to the most hopeless situation
Love to the loneliest of hearts, joy to the pitchest black space,
and peace to the most torturous fear.
Thank God for the stars.
dark and alone I stand
wrapped in blackness
Only small bits, like diamonds
scattered across life's expanse, twinkle
and break the monotony of black
The small bits, these "stars"
are very far away
It is a wonder we notice them at all
On the lighter nights the stars all but disappear,
we do not need their feeble light when the sky is bright with friendly moonlight.
But when the night is darkest and Hope, Joy, Love, Peace are all flown, with this, the blackest black, the stars cluster and burn and fill the night with their brilliance.
Too numerous to count
they bring hope to the most hopeless situation
Love to the loneliest of hearts, joy to the pitchest black space,
and peace to the most torturous fear.
Thank God for the stars.
8.01.2005
Life is a great big...
I don't know. It seems lately that with all the overwhelming stuff going on in my life that I'm just going to bust.
I could lie down and die and be perfectly happy right now because I wouldn't miss the stress and the mess that is life for me. There have been times in the past when I have felt that way simply because I was so happy and so content that I felt that I could die and be at peace because of the great peace that I felt. This is not one of those times. This is a time of considered (and rejected) suicide (rejected because it is a selfish route and I believe that life holds a promise of some few worthwhile experiences still yet). It's funny how many times a person (namely me) can think that he or she has hit his or her all-time low, yet the next day brings a lower cut and then another even lower than that. Another funny (not humorous-funny, but ironic-funny) observation I have made is that when the low comes and the first wave of nausea has installed itself firmly in your gut, you can get up and keep on functioning and before you know it you are talking and laughing despite the underlying threat of the-fear-of-the-unknown.
I would just like to stand here and say that when life has essentially swept you off your feet and turned you on your head, that it is possible to walk on your hands.
I would also like to say that friends and family are essential to the mind's retention of sanity during this time of increased stress. My family has been the impetus to be strong and not fail and my friends have been a surprising blessing, giving me a hand and an ear.
Through it all I try not to cry in front of anyone but God. I can't stand having anyone else see me fall, because then they are forced to carry the burden of my pain plus whatever hurts and stresses they are feeling already. I prefer to be strong and dry eyed, then cry later on my own with God.
Through all this the only real thing that has saved my life is the total trust that I have in God. If I for once thought that He didn't care or that He didn't exist, I would have to just curl up and disappear. I cannot live without His comfort and without the knowledge that He won't give me more than I can handle. *sigh*
I am going to stop before I start preaching because if there's anything I dislike more than sauerkraut, it's preaching.
That is all. Thank you and goodnight.
Christine
I could lie down and die and be perfectly happy right now because I wouldn't miss the stress and the mess that is life for me. There have been times in the past when I have felt that way simply because I was so happy and so content that I felt that I could die and be at peace because of the great peace that I felt. This is not one of those times. This is a time of considered (and rejected) suicide (rejected because it is a selfish route and I believe that life holds a promise of some few worthwhile experiences still yet). It's funny how many times a person (namely me) can think that he or she has hit his or her all-time low, yet the next day brings a lower cut and then another even lower than that. Another funny (not humorous-funny, but ironic-funny) observation I have made is that when the low comes and the first wave of nausea has installed itself firmly in your gut, you can get up and keep on functioning and before you know it you are talking and laughing despite the underlying threat of the-fear-of-the-unknown.
I would just like to stand here and say that when life has essentially swept you off your feet and turned you on your head, that it is possible to walk on your hands.
I would also like to say that friends and family are essential to the mind's retention of sanity during this time of increased stress. My family has been the impetus to be strong and not fail and my friends have been a surprising blessing, giving me a hand and an ear.
Through it all I try not to cry in front of anyone but God. I can't stand having anyone else see me fall, because then they are forced to carry the burden of my pain plus whatever hurts and stresses they are feeling already. I prefer to be strong and dry eyed, then cry later on my own with God.
Through all this the only real thing that has saved my life is the total trust that I have in God. If I for once thought that He didn't care or that He didn't exist, I would have to just curl up and disappear. I cannot live without His comfort and without the knowledge that He won't give me more than I can handle. *sigh*
I am going to stop before I start preaching because if there's anything I dislike more than sauerkraut, it's preaching.
That is all. Thank you and goodnight.
Christine
7.29.2005
Car accident, Movie, Carrie visiting (though, not in that order).
So... Danielle asked me to give her a ride home after work. We left way early because there were only two animals (a white winged dove and a baby cottontail rabbit) in the wildlife room and Tina said she'd take care of them for us. Danielle has a subscription to Netflicks and she had just received Hide and Seek in the mail. Hmm, it was good, but not great. I really like Dakota Fanning as an actor (or actress, whatever); she seems very genuine.
After the movie, while I was driving home, I saw this SUV plowing into the Jersey barrier in the center of the freeway. Another car and I stopped to make sure everything was alright. This girl was driving and she was by herself. To make a long story short she was drunk and after I helped her from her car she could barely walk a straight line. I thought she was just in shock at first (her leg was bleeding too from the driver's side window being smashed in) and kept trying to get her to sit down. She wanted me to take her home before the cops got there. I couldn't understand why and I didn't want her to get a ticket for leaving her car on the side of the highway or for leaving the scene of an accident. Finally she told me she'd been drinking and she really wanted to leave. Just then the cops got there so I didn't have to worry about getting into trouble for helping her get home without waiting for the cops. They talked to her for a minute and while she was getting her license and insurance the one cop motioned to the other that he thought she'd been drinking. Before letting me leave, they took my name and number.
By this time it was about 8pm. I had planned on going out to Carrie's house to watch Constantine (Which I've already seen in the theaters and love), but they were starting the movie at 8 so I figured I'd just get there late. When I called Carrie to double check she was at the hospital with her friend, Jason, who's mother had gone in for surgery; so I hadn't missed the movie anyways. Carrie and Jason came by on their way home from the hospital and got to see Zeus (our great Dane) for the first time. They stayed for about an and hour and a half or so. It was great.
Carrie wants me to go camping with her next week at the beach. I love camping, I love the beach, I love spending time with Carrie. Sounds as though it's going to be a great combination (Wow, that was a pretty retarded sentence).
Anyways, goodbye.
PS here is a pic of Zeus...
After the movie, while I was driving home, I saw this SUV plowing into the Jersey barrier in the center of the freeway. Another car and I stopped to make sure everything was alright. This girl was driving and she was by herself. To make a long story short she was drunk and after I helped her from her car she could barely walk a straight line. I thought she was just in shock at first (her leg was bleeding too from the driver's side window being smashed in) and kept trying to get her to sit down. She wanted me to take her home before the cops got there. I couldn't understand why and I didn't want her to get a ticket for leaving her car on the side of the highway or for leaving the scene of an accident. Finally she told me she'd been drinking and she really wanted to leave. Just then the cops got there so I didn't have to worry about getting into trouble for helping her get home without waiting for the cops. They talked to her for a minute and while she was getting her license and insurance the one cop motioned to the other that he thought she'd been drinking. Before letting me leave, they took my name and number.
By this time it was about 8pm. I had planned on going out to Carrie's house to watch Constantine (Which I've already seen in the theaters and love), but they were starting the movie at 8 so I figured I'd just get there late. When I called Carrie to double check she was at the hospital with her friend, Jason, who's mother had gone in for surgery; so I hadn't missed the movie anyways. Carrie and Jason came by on their way home from the hospital and got to see Zeus (our great Dane) for the first time. They stayed for about an and hour and a half or so. It was great.
Carrie wants me to go camping with her next week at the beach. I love camping, I love the beach, I love spending time with Carrie. Sounds as though it's going to be a great combination (Wow, that was a pretty retarded sentence).
Anyways, goodbye.
PS here is a pic of Zeus...
7.22.2005
blue and red
Laura and I did hair the other night. We highlighted hers with blond and bleached a chunk of mine blond too. We dyed my blond chunk blue and gave laura red streaks (post photograph).
That is all.
enjoy
Currently watching: "Lemony Snicket's 'A Series of Unfortunate Events'"
That is all.
enjoy
Currently watching: "Lemony Snicket's 'A Series of Unfortunate Events'"
7.20.2005
Not much to tell
Haven't been feeling the greatest lately, mostly just depressed about finances etc. Dad is doing much worse; I can't wait until he quits his job and goes into busines for himself. The only issue is how we are going to be able to pay for life between when he quits and when he begins to see money come in from is new job. He is going tomorrow to see about a teaching position at a college...
I quit my job on Monday (YAY!!!), so Tuesday I was in this glorious mood and couldn't stop singing and laughing. Everyone at work was asking why I was in such a good mood. I didn't have the heart to tell them it was because I was so happy to be leaving, so I just told them it was because I'd stayed up late the night before having a great time and I was singing because I was trying to stay awake. This was partly true as I had had a wonderful time the nght before; I had to pick Danielle up from the airport at midnight, so I hung out with a friend of mine Carrie, who I handn't hung out with in ages. She, her husband Jordan, and her co-worker/friend Jason, and I all went out to dinner together. *sigh* I need to get out more often. Anyways, This high marked the end of me being depressed about my ..."crummy"... job and the beginning of me being depressed about money and everything else that I'm really behind in.
There is a scholarship that I should be applying for before the 1st of August. I have barely begun getting my recommendation letters together for it and have no idea how I'm going to get the paper and everything together in time. My last day at the pet groomer's is next Wednesday. I am looking forward to leaving, but not looking forward to saying goodbye to regular income. I hate not earning money.
I guess I could trust God to get me through it, but then what would I worry about?
I was relieved to day because I have one recommendation letter (for the scholarship) on its way, plus I got a check in the mail from the drug study that I'm involved in. I feel as though I am making progress, even if it is just a tiny bit at a time.
I really should go to bed now so more some other time.
Currently reading:
All My Patients are Under the Bed, Memoirs of a Cat Doctor, by Dr. Louis J. Camuti with Marilyn and Haskel Frankel (good book and funny too)
Just watched:
War of the Worlds (good)
Batman Begins (great)
Triplets of Bellville (interestingly different)
I quit my job on Monday (YAY!!!), so Tuesday I was in this glorious mood and couldn't stop singing and laughing. Everyone at work was asking why I was in such a good mood. I didn't have the heart to tell them it was because I was so happy to be leaving, so I just told them it was because I'd stayed up late the night before having a great time and I was singing because I was trying to stay awake. This was partly true as I had had a wonderful time the nght before; I had to pick Danielle up from the airport at midnight, so I hung out with a friend of mine Carrie, who I handn't hung out with in ages. She, her husband Jordan, and her co-worker/friend Jason, and I all went out to dinner together. *sigh* I need to get out more often. Anyways, This high marked the end of me being depressed about my ..."crummy"... job and the beginning of me being depressed about money and everything else that I'm really behind in.
There is a scholarship that I should be applying for before the 1st of August. I have barely begun getting my recommendation letters together for it and have no idea how I'm going to get the paper and everything together in time. My last day at the pet groomer's is next Wednesday. I am looking forward to leaving, but not looking forward to saying goodbye to regular income. I hate not earning money.
I guess I could trust God to get me through it, but then what would I worry about?
I was relieved to day because I have one recommendation letter (for the scholarship) on its way, plus I got a check in the mail from the drug study that I'm involved in. I feel as though I am making progress, even if it is just a tiny bit at a time.
I really should go to bed now so more some other time.
Currently reading:
All My Patients are Under the Bed, Memoirs of a Cat Doctor, by Dr. Louis J. Camuti with Marilyn and Haskel Frankel (good book and funny too)
Just watched:
War of the Worlds (good)
Batman Begins (great)
Triplets of Bellville (interestingly different)
7.14.2005
Gaaaah!
Too busy to post anything worth reading (not that anyone reads my blog anyways... still one can hope, can't one?).
-This week has flown by. The doggie salon wants me to work full time, I'm holding out for better pay and less cigarette smoke. They treat me really nice and give me the time off that I ask for; I think they are afraid that I'm going to leave. And I am ...someday. They say I'm faster than anyone else, so I wonder why they don't pay me more; if I'm twice as fast I should get twice the pay *grin*
-Last Thursday I took my friend's parents to the airport (she's out of town too and doesn't get back 'til Monday); their flight left at 4AM. Since then I've been going to their house every day to take care of their three cats and Danielle's three cats (yes, they have six total, all indoor cats). Laura has been going out there with me and we've been staying the night and having a great time.
-The clinic (Wildlife Rescue drop-off) is still my afternoon visit. I'm enjoying it, but lately it seems to have been more of a drag. This may be due to lack of sleep and increased time commitments in other areas of my life. Or not.
-The drug study that Laura and I are participating in is almost over (thank God). I am tired of being stuck and re-stuck by people who can't properly thread a needle into a huge arm vein.
Mom is calling ...not sure when I'll be able to finish so I'm posting this now (for all my avid readers) and I'll try to get something more up later.
edit *back* (8 hours later)
Now (thanks to the nurse who stuck me at the drug study clinic) I have a huge Z shaped bruise on the inside of my arm! I call it the "mark of Zoro" and from now on I'm going to call her Zoro *wideevilgrin*
-I spent an hour driving around and around the airport waiting for Danielle's dad's plane to land. Finally I parked and called home and, lo and behold, it was going to be and hour and 10 minutes late. I'd checked it before leaving and the website said it was right on time. *Grrrr* I was supposed to go to a birthday party tonight, but decided to go ahead and go on home because I was just so exhausted.
Now Laura and I are going to watch some of the James Herriot series (which Dad got me from 1/2 priced books for my birthday).
Sorry to lead such a boring life (though, I have no idea who I'm apologizing to, besides myself).
Christine
-This week has flown by. The doggie salon wants me to work full time, I'm holding out for better pay and less cigarette smoke. They treat me really nice and give me the time off that I ask for; I think they are afraid that I'm going to leave. And I am ...someday. They say I'm faster than anyone else, so I wonder why they don't pay me more; if I'm twice as fast I should get twice the pay *grin*
-Last Thursday I took my friend's parents to the airport (she's out of town too and doesn't get back 'til Monday); their flight left at 4AM. Since then I've been going to their house every day to take care of their three cats and Danielle's three cats (yes, they have six total, all indoor cats). Laura has been going out there with me and we've been staying the night and having a great time.
-The clinic (Wildlife Rescue drop-off) is still my afternoon visit. I'm enjoying it, but lately it seems to have been more of a drag. This may be due to lack of sleep and increased time commitments in other areas of my life. Or not.
-The drug study that Laura and I are participating in is almost over (thank God). I am tired of being stuck and re-stuck by people who can't properly thread a needle into a huge arm vein.
Mom is calling ...not sure when I'll be able to finish so I'm posting this now (for all my avid readers) and I'll try to get something more up later.
edit *back* (8 hours later)
Now (thanks to the nurse who stuck me at the drug study clinic) I have a huge Z shaped bruise on the inside of my arm! I call it the "mark of Zoro" and from now on I'm going to call her Zoro *wideevilgrin*
-I spent an hour driving around and around the airport waiting for Danielle's dad's plane to land. Finally I parked and called home and, lo and behold, it was going to be and hour and 10 minutes late. I'd checked it before leaving and the website said it was right on time. *Grrrr* I was supposed to go to a birthday party tonight, but decided to go ahead and go on home because I was just so exhausted.
Now Laura and I are going to watch some of the James Herriot series (which Dad got me from 1/2 priced books for my birthday).
Sorry to lead such a boring life (though, I have no idea who I'm apologizing to, besides myself).
Christine
7.06.2005
Roadrunners
This evening after working at the clinic I went to another vet clinic to pick up some baby roadrunners that someone had dropped off there for Wildlife Rescue. Well, instead of being greeted by huge members of the cuckoo family, upon receiving the box I ws greeted with a high-pitched cry similar to that of a far-off sea bird; hmmmm, definitely not a Roadrunner. In the box were two tiny Killdeer chicks.
Killdeer are members of the plover family and look like little shore birds. They nest on the ground (usually in a flat open grassy area, near water) and their babies are frequently picked up by kindhearted (if mistaken) individuals who believe the birds have fallen out of their nest. In reality they have simply walked out of their nest (probably following the parent bird) in search of something to ingest.
Since Wildlife Rescue had already picked up the animals from the clinic where I volunteer, I took the killdeer chicks home (horribly illegal and wonderfully fineable)to care for them until tomorrow when I go to the clinic.
One of the chicks was acting lethargic compared to the other. It seemed he couldn't stand very well. While I was holding him and trying to feed him he leapt out of my hands and fell tot he floor. I gasped. Aww crud! But he was alright and struggled to get away when I reached for him. Then I noticed something large that looked like dried feces stuck to his belly where the yolk sack was attached to the egg. Taking him into the bathroom, I rinsed his abdomen until the stuff came off. It turned out to be two little pebbly rocks. No wonder he couldn't walk very well; if I had two rocks stuck to my stomach I wouldn't be able to walk well either!
Taking the chick into the living room, I told my Mom about what had happened. While I was talking the chick leapt out of my hand and landed on his side on the floor. Gosh-dar n-it! He wasn't moving. "Now you've killed him!" Mom said. Oh man, I thought I had too. Then he started moving and I ran him back into the utility room where I'd set up a heating pad for them. He turned out to be OK, but I decided that there'd be no more trips into the living room for these guys. The one that I'd dropped (twice) was still a little wet from his rinsing and it made him seem smaller and weaker than his sibling.
The next time I went out to feed I was extra careful. Both birds were alert and walking around and the one who'd lost half his body weight when I'd removed the rocks seemed to be alright (he might have to ride the short bus to school, but he probably won't have to wear a helmet). While I was feeding his sib Carrie (as I'd dubbed the head trauma bird), started running around on Mom's desk. Woops, don't want him falling off; better put him back in his box. Oh Dar n it! I almost crushed him by knocking over a huge cup of pens. This little bird should be named Calamity Jane or something else equally appropriate to his propensity for getting in and out of scrapes. He has survived more horrible incidents since I picked him up (not to mention being found underneath somebody's car in a parking lot before he was dropped off at the clinic) if he were a cat he'd have used up several of his nine lives.
Ah well, better hit the sack as I have to get up at 3:30AM to drive my friend's parents to the airport (she's out of town -such a good friend... I guess that's what they're for).
Christine
PS Oh, forgot to mention: the clinic where I picked him up is hiring for a vet tech position. I put in an application, so maybe, just maybe, that is why God wanted me to run all the way out to get those birds (well, that and to save the birds, of course); we'll see.
Killdeer are members of the plover family and look like little shore birds. They nest on the ground (usually in a flat open grassy area, near water) and their babies are frequently picked up by kindhearted (if mistaken) individuals who believe the birds have fallen out of their nest. In reality they have simply walked out of their nest (probably following the parent bird) in search of something to ingest.
Since Wildlife Rescue had already picked up the animals from the clinic where I volunteer, I took the killdeer chicks home (horribly illegal and wonderfully fineable)to care for them until tomorrow when I go to the clinic.
One of the chicks was acting lethargic compared to the other. It seemed he couldn't stand very well. While I was holding him and trying to feed him he leapt out of my hands and fell tot he floor. I gasped. Aww crud! But he was alright and struggled to get away when I reached for him. Then I noticed something large that looked like dried feces stuck to his belly where the yolk sack was attached to the egg. Taking him into the bathroom, I rinsed his abdomen until the stuff came off. It turned out to be two little pebbly rocks. No wonder he couldn't walk very well; if I had two rocks stuck to my stomach I wouldn't be able to walk well either!
Taking the chick into the living room, I told my Mom about what had happened. While I was talking the chick leapt out of my hand and landed on his side on the floor. Gosh-dar n-it! He wasn't moving. "Now you've killed him!" Mom said. Oh man, I thought I had too. Then he started moving and I ran him back into the utility room where I'd set up a heating pad for them. He turned out to be OK, but I decided that there'd be no more trips into the living room for these guys. The one that I'd dropped (twice) was still a little wet from his rinsing and it made him seem smaller and weaker than his sibling.
The next time I went out to feed I was extra careful. Both birds were alert and walking around and the one who'd lost half his body weight when I'd removed the rocks seemed to be alright (he might have to ride the short bus to school, but he probably won't have to wear a helmet). While I was feeding his sib Carrie (as I'd dubbed the head trauma bird), started running around on Mom's desk. Woops, don't want him falling off; better put him back in his box. Oh Dar n it! I almost crushed him by knocking over a huge cup of pens. This little bird should be named Calamity Jane or something else equally appropriate to his propensity for getting in and out of scrapes. He has survived more horrible incidents since I picked him up (not to mention being found underneath somebody's car in a parking lot before he was dropped off at the clinic) if he were a cat he'd have used up several of his nine lives.
Ah well, better hit the sack as I have to get up at 3:30AM to drive my friend's parents to the airport (she's out of town -such a good friend... I guess that's what they're for).
Christine
PS Oh, forgot to mention: the clinic where I picked him up is hiring for a vet tech position. I put in an application, so maybe, just maybe, that is why God wanted me to run all the way out to get those birds (well, that and to save the birds, of course); we'll see.
7.05.2005
A day in the race
Today was a slow day at the "doggy heaven pet salon" where I work (said with no sarcasm what-so-ever). It would have almost been a great day, if it weren't for the pervading odor of cigarettes (Marlboro regulars, to be exact). My boss and one of the employees who's been there forever both spend half their time there smoking and it's driving me insane. I'm going to have to quit soon because of it. If I were making more money I might consider putting up with it, but $6.50/hr (roughly translating to about $26.00 a day) just isn't worth smelling as though I worked at some sort of bar or club.
*Sigh*
After work ( I get off at noon), I came home and changed into some less smelly cloths so that I could go get my blood drawn for a drug study that I'm doing and after which, I went to work at an Animal Hospital where I volunteer in their Wildlife Rescue drop-off room (for pictures go here).
Sometimes when the wildlife room is slow I help one of the girls, Tina, with the dogs that are boarding at the hospital. The dogs are kept in kennels upstairs away from everyone else and it's nice to escape from all the loud noise and confusion that takes place downstairs and exchange it for the solitude of the noise and confusion gong on upstairs.
Today Tina and I were both starving. I'd eaten lunch at about 12:30 PM, but since it was about 5PM at the time, all memory of food had deserted my stomach and Tina hadn't even eaten lunch. We talked about me running out and getting us something to eat, but all of a sudden the clinic got really busy and then there was no time. So about 15 minutes later when we went upstairs all we could thinking about was food. We made a few jokes about eating dog food and I even tried some of the chicken and rice canned food (it was gross) that we use to lure the dogs back into their kennels when they are done taking their potty break outside. Then we both tried a milk bone. Hmm, not bad. Tina told me that when she was little she used to eat the "beggin' strips" that her parents bought for their family dogs. I told her that I sometimes used to eat the little corners off of milk bones before I gave them to my dogs. We laughed about how silly it was for us to be sitting there sharing a milk bone and how starving we were and nobody would let us take the time to eat proper food. "Oh look," Tina started laughing harder "there's a little hair in mine". We stepped outside to let a dog out and discovered, upon further examination, that each of our halves of the biscuit contained several little hairs. I had a black ones in mine and Tina had several blacks interspersed with whites (Yum yum). This made us laugh even harder, hoping that they were horse or some other variety of animal hair and not an unsanitary cook's hairs. Hahaha!
Anyways, enough about how silly we were.
When we came back downstairs, we discovered that Wildlife Rescue had come and gone (they pick up all the animals promptly at 6PM -unless we are waiting and wanting them to come early, then they are always late- to take them out to their facilities for treatment and rehabilitation) and that we'd missed getting to see a yellow bat (very rare) that had been dropped off at the last minute and left.
What we didn't miss was the injured adult squirrel that came in 45 minutes after WR had left. Since no one (including me) wanted to take it home, Tina and I made it comfortable in a roomy box w/ food and water. Before we put it away we gave it a shot of Dex as a kinda "pick-me-up" to help it deal with the stress of being caught and we cleaned its mouth out because it was all impacted with what looked like rotten acorn. Odd. That's all.
After leaving the clinic, I came home, ate, checked my email and now I am going to bed.
goodnight.
PS
*Sigh*
After work ( I get off at noon), I came home and changed into some less smelly cloths so that I could go get my blood drawn for a drug study that I'm doing and after which, I went to work at an Animal Hospital where I volunteer in their Wildlife Rescue drop-off room (for pictures go here).
Sometimes when the wildlife room is slow I help one of the girls, Tina, with the dogs that are boarding at the hospital. The dogs are kept in kennels upstairs away from everyone else and it's nice to escape from all the loud noise and confusion that takes place downstairs and exchange it for the solitude of the noise and confusion gong on upstairs.
Today Tina and I were both starving. I'd eaten lunch at about 12:30 PM, but since it was about 5PM at the time, all memory of food had deserted my stomach and Tina hadn't even eaten lunch. We talked about me running out and getting us something to eat, but all of a sudden the clinic got really busy and then there was no time. So about 15 minutes later when we went upstairs all we could thinking about was food. We made a few jokes about eating dog food and I even tried some of the chicken and rice canned food (it was gross) that we use to lure the dogs back into their kennels when they are done taking their potty break outside. Then we both tried a milk bone. Hmm, not bad. Tina told me that when she was little she used to eat the "beggin' strips" that her parents bought for their family dogs. I told her that I sometimes used to eat the little corners off of milk bones before I gave them to my dogs. We laughed about how silly it was for us to be sitting there sharing a milk bone and how starving we were and nobody would let us take the time to eat proper food. "Oh look," Tina started laughing harder "there's a little hair in mine". We stepped outside to let a dog out and discovered, upon further examination, that each of our halves of the biscuit contained several little hairs. I had a black ones in mine and Tina had several blacks interspersed with whites (Yum yum). This made us laugh even harder, hoping that they were horse or some other variety of animal hair and not an unsanitary cook's hairs. Hahaha!
Anyways, enough about how silly we were.
When we came back downstairs, we discovered that Wildlife Rescue had come and gone (they pick up all the animals promptly at 6PM -unless we are waiting and wanting them to come early, then they are always late- to take them out to their facilities for treatment and rehabilitation) and that we'd missed getting to see a yellow bat (very rare) that had been dropped off at the last minute and left.
What we didn't miss was the injured adult squirrel that came in 45 minutes after WR had left. Since no one (including me) wanted to take it home, Tina and I made it comfortable in a roomy box w/ food and water. Before we put it away we gave it a shot of Dex as a kinda "pick-me-up" to help it deal with the stress of being caught and we cleaned its mouth out because it was all impacted with what looked like rotten acorn. Odd. That's all.
After leaving the clinic, I came home, ate, checked my email and now I am going to bed.
goodnight.
PS
7.04.2005
Well, here's to nothing.
Well, at the insistence of my beautiful and talented (an did I mention single?) sister (who has extensive experience with blogging and all such related matters), I've decided to have another go at my blog; the million dollar question is whether or not it will be a successful go.
In the picture, Laura is the blond on the left (which of course leaves me on the right); she is my bestest, bestest buddy and we always do everything together (especially fighting).
Today, being the fourth of July, is a holiday and the family is spending it in the living room watching (of all things) Re-runs of Little House on the Prairie.
Earlier, Laura and I went Thrift Store shopping with two of my brothers, Nick and Eric. Because of the 4th they were having a huge sale and everything was 50% off! Yay!
Anyways, Little House is over now and I have things to accomplish before I go to bed tonight, so I'm wrapping this post up.
Christine
3.06.2005
Midterms
Weeelll, it's kinda funny writing to nobody here on the internet. I don't exactly know what to say.
It's 1am. maybe I should say "goodnight" and go to bed.
But I haven't talked about my midterms yet.
Oh.
Ok, I have to do a presentation for History 2.
I am doing mine on Helen Keller. She was a blind, deaf, and mute girl who actually learned how to speak out loud. She was smart and strong and became well educated. Her teacher Annie Sullivan was a leader in the whole process of teaching blind, deaf people. I think they were both awesome people. Makes me want to be someone too.
I also have to do a causal-argument paper for my English 2 class.
I think it's going to be about children growing up in today's society and where their bad attitudes come from. I believe that the bad attitudes of today's youth stem from neglect. Their parents are focused on their careers and getting more money and possessions; they don't have time to be raising a kid. The children end up being raised by the government and the government slowly takes over more and more control of our society. Scary.
I have a biology test as well.
Get this we have the opportunity of making 150 points on our test. I hope I make an A.
My government class' test is over. I got an A (yay).
But now the teacher wants us to rewrite the US constitution over spring break. I'm going to Florida for my best friend's wedding over spring break and I don't have time for that. Oh well, it's not like I have a choice in the matter.
. . .
Hmm, that's all.
Christine
It's 1am. maybe I should say "goodnight" and go to bed.
But I haven't talked about my midterms yet.
Oh.
Ok, I have to do a presentation for History 2.
I am doing mine on Helen Keller. She was a blind, deaf, and mute girl who actually learned how to speak out loud. She was smart and strong and became well educated. Her teacher Annie Sullivan was a leader in the whole process of teaching blind, deaf people. I think they were both awesome people. Makes me want to be someone too.
I also have to do a causal-argument paper for my English 2 class.
I think it's going to be about children growing up in today's society and where their bad attitudes come from. I believe that the bad attitudes of today's youth stem from neglect. Their parents are focused on their careers and getting more money and possessions; they don't have time to be raising a kid. The children end up being raised by the government and the government slowly takes over more and more control of our society. Scary.
I have a biology test as well.
Get this we have the opportunity of making 150 points on our test. I hope I make an A.
My government class' test is over. I got an A (yay).
But now the teacher wants us to rewrite the US constitution over spring break. I'm going to Florida for my best friend's wedding over spring break and I don't have time for that. Oh well, it's not like I have a choice in the matter.
. . .
Hmm, that's all.
Christine
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