Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Please, please, please let me get what I want...

I have to agree with Kirsti. I hate the fact that Stephanie Meyer somehow has access to all of these Muse singles that I can't seem to find anywhere. The title to my post happens to be one of these.

Curse her!!

Plus it fits just a little bit...the feelings that I have had lately. Mostly I am just sitting here waiting for my purpose to make itself known.

But that's my problem. I'm waiting. Sitting. Inactive. I have all these dreams and I am too lazy? afraid? timid? yo make them a reality.

I'm not a generally selfish person. At least I don't see myself in that way. (We all perceive ourselves in our own version of reality. I could be the most selfish person in the world and not see myself that way.) The point is, every once in a while I just wish that things wold happen they way I want them to without any effort.

It's a good things that's not how life works. We are here to learn. To experience. What kind of life would we all have if we got everything we wanted without effort? That's why I am so grateful to my parents for their efforts to make me independent and self sufficient.

I have the temptation to say that today is perfect. And that would be close to the truth so far. One class. It got out early. I walked outside to the realization that I would need a jacket. YES! My favorite time of year. Jacket season. I enjoyed the drive to campus. Class wasn't even as boring as usual. I wondered where Tim was...feel free not to ask about who he is. Now I'm in the computer lab, blogging (my favorite past time. I am so glad to get a longer blog in this week) and listening to Coldplay's Viva La Vida. I'm also reading what exists of Midnight Sun by Stephanie Meyer. The woman I am silently loathing...Hmmm. that word is too harsh. I don't loath her. I don't hate or despise her as a person. I was only severly dissappointed by her attempts at a wonderful close to her slowly sinking Twilight series. Like the Titanic. Only not as epic. reading midnight sun is only a little more bearable because Edwards mind is much more intelligent than Bellas. Getting inside Bella Swans mind is much like getting into the mind of Shakerpeares Juliet. Not worth the time and possibly damaging to the person doind the delving.

Since I'm on the topic of Twilight, I'm going to make one more comment before I get into a real rant. When edward first sees Bella, his reaction is that she is a normal human girl. Just like everyone else. Nothing special. She doesn't particularly attract him. The only reason he first finds her interesting is because of the fact that he cannot read her mind. It's not until he smells her that he first becomes obsessed. A chemical reaction. Nothing more. It's similar to a physical lustful attraction. Not healthy. Nothing about the relationship between Edward and Bella is healthy. It's Romio and Juliet all over agian. Only this time Meyer is not writing to create adversion to that type of love. She ultimatly condones it. Blah!

I can go on. But why ruin this wonderful day?

There is a blemish on what would otherwise be a nice reprive from horrible Monday. My two hour shift at Bob Evans. Lately there has been very little business on Tueadsy afternoons. Guess what that means for yours truely? I waste gas and two hours of my day for maybe 8-12 dollars. Hardly worth the time. I'm trying to get the shift changed from 2-4 to 2-4, break, 5-cut. We'll see how that goes.

Another good note...I get to take Trissie on a walk this afternoon. That's always a wonderful thing. I miss getting to see her every day.

On the topic of pets, I am starting to adapt to my two new additions. Eunice and Howard, the zebra finches are now fairly close to their full size. Howard is sufficiently handsome in his 'look at me!' plumage. Eunice is drab in comparison. Not only do Howards feathers say 'I am awesome and you want me', his vocalizations imply something to the same effect. He is a little noisy while Eunice perches by, quietly most of the time. They could almost serve as my alarm clock. They awake at almost the same time every morning. 7:30-ish. Their beeps wake me up. But I'm accustomed enough to them now that I can just roll over and go back to sleep. They are darling little things.

I was reading some old enlgish papers and such from high school. I was surprised at how well written and insightful some of them were. What happened? I know that writing comes easrier to me than it does to some. I am greatful for that. But I am sadly out of practice. I miss writing. I wish I had more time to really put effort into it. My other blog is a sad collection of 19 entries. I want to be plugging away at the stories that swirl in my mind throughout the day. Some of them have real potential. But I just dont have room for their plots and complexities this semester. My brain is filled with massive papers, presentations, limnology facts I dont understand, boring botany and of course, work.

Not to mention my new calling!

I am now the ward enrichment leader. I was surprised when bishop posed the question to me. Would I accept the call? Of course. I just find it interesing that this is where Father wants me to be. I'm really going to miss being a Sunday School teacher. but maybe I've had my chance to grow from the experience and now it's another persons turn. I'll find my place in my new calling. I just hope I can perform my best at it. It seems like one of those callings that requires a lot of planning and no procrastination. We all know thats not the way I work. And thats probably why I was called.

Well, this post made me happy. I feel a lot better than I did in my last post. So I will close with what started my last post.

I am so greatful for the family I have. I am constantly reminded that there are peoplein the world who dread seeing their flesh and blood. I can't WAIT for Beckie to come home. I love the holiday season when we all get a chance to some together. I'm going to miss that when we eventually all start going our own ways and spend time with our own growing families. I am do gereatful for the relationship I share with everyone of my siblings. Especially for the bond that is growing between me and Kirsti. Not to single her out (too late) but for the longest time we had the typical big sister, little sister thing going on. We fought over every little thing. We hardly got along. It was stressful for us both. But I find it easy and fun now to spend time with her.

I'm glad that our whole family has matured enough that we realize how much fun we can have together. I'm glad we aren't bickering over what book belongs to who anymore. I'm glad to have the constant support of everyone in my family. And I am eternally greatful for such wonderful parents from whom I have learned so much.

Okay, enough of that. It's about time for lunch.

I am glad for everyone who comes and visits me here on my blog and I love your comments. Especially the ones that pop in every once in a while (thanks for your comments Genny!)

So I will close this post in good humor and anticipating a pretty good day.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Lucky

Once again I am taking a little time to put off typing this paper. I'm somewhat nearly there. I think that I have at least 1.5 pages left to write. Then I need to work on the formatting because my teacher keeps changing his mind as to how he wants it and is very vague as to what we will be graded on. I hate this.

Anyway, I just need to pause and say something.

I love my family. I know I don't say it enough. So I'm saying it now. I was in an interview with Bishop Creed and he said something along the lines of how lucky I am to come from such a good family. "Good Stock" I think was phrase he used. And lately I have realized just how true this is.

I cant imagine how life would be without every single one of them (this includes you Tamara and Joe and Noah of course!).

(Good feelings gone (name that Disney movie) The computer just crapped on my face. Not literally. But its this stupid new format of word. I just lost 1/2 an hour of work!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I want to shoot myself. Why cant I just be done with this?

Today sucks.

I hate life.

I think I'm Bipolar. No. Just easily aggravated by technology that was fine and then people decided to update it. I am fully aware of the fact that the sentence before this one is not worded properly. It does not make sense. Who cares?

UGH!!!!

I was doing fine! I was writing about how happy my family makes me. Now I'm ranting and I don't want to finish my paper. I don't want to go to work. I hate that stupid hallway cleaner that is making so much distracting noise! I just want to go home and cry on my bed.

Sorry everyone. I'm going to have to write about family and happy things later. I'm not in the mood anymore.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Whoever has the gold makes the rules...

What Disney movie has this quote in it?

I wish I had time to do a real post. I just wanted to say that I am still alive.

I love blogging and wish I had more time to do it. My brain really needs it. I don't even have time to write in my journal. I am so behind in it. I have so much to report that it is a bit overwhelming.

A small note. I had a dream last night. I think that I was with Naomi LaFond in a car. We were driving through this marshy, wet landscape just talking. Suddenly the road is gone and were are actually in the marsh. we go over what should be a shallow puddle but as we hit it, we are immediately sinking into its depths. Down and down. I'm shocked and silent as this happens, wondering how to get out of the death trap car. Then all I can hear it Naomis watery screams beside me. This is what wakes me up.

I couldn't move. My heart was racing. I didn't even open my eyes. I just lay there in immense relief and waited for the fear to leave so I could roll over and go back to sleep. It's been a long time since I was startled awake.

Theres no doubt in my mind as to why this dream occured. Naomi being in it was a manifestation of me wondering how to get in touch with her. My brains scattered thoughts. But the drowning. The fear and hopelessness. I'm pretty sure it's a manifest of the stress and frustration I am having at trying to get this (to me) massive paper done.

5-6 pgs single spaced. I haven't had to write close to that much in my college career. That last time I wrote that much it was my Junior year at Hickman. It was the big research paper we had to write for Honors English. Blah, that was horrid. Anyway, this paper makes me want to throw up every time I think about it.

Which reminds me, this post is already too long. I need to be working.

Bye all.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

BUTTERFLIES!!!

Butterflies...10 awesome points if you can name what order of insect they are.

These beautiful insects may be a delight to see in the real world. It's when your about to give a 12 minute presentation on bird banding that they become a problem.

I've given presentations before. I've had to teach a class for nearly an hour. I am doing basically the same thing here. So I am used to the churning that comes with that. What I am really nervous about is getting through the presentation and passing of the birds without them getting loose. I know the class would get a kick out of it. But it would waste time and my T.A. would not be pleased about that. And no matter how funny it is to other people, I would still be very embarrassed. I kept thinking last night that there had to be something I could slip into the birds water to make the lethargic this morning. Isn't that horrible?

Ug.

This is not a good feeling. I'm not excited. I just want to get it over with. Get through it without making a fool of myself. I'll let you all know how it goes later.

In the mean time I have Supernatural to look forward to tonight!! I can not tell you how excited I am. And that makes me a little sad. I don't like to admit that one of my very favorite shows is on the CW. Sigh. Oh well. I have to record it because I wont be there to watch it. Stupid One Voice.

Then there is the Lord of the Rings concert tomorrow night! That's exciting.

Man I am such a NERD! I'm not embarrassed by it. It just hits me sometimes.

So the homework pile is coming pretty close to crushing me this semester. And it's only in one class. I have things to worry about in others, but nothing compared to Ecosystem Management. This class really was engineered to prepare you for the professional world. I have to read at least 6-7 papers, two of which are 25 pages and over. One of them is 45 pages. Then I have to type 5- 8 pages single spaced on what I learned from these papers. There is no lack of content to work with. It's just getting it to all sound good together and not become repetitive. Oy. I don't think I've ever had to write that many pager single spaced.

This week has been weird. Work has been slow and that means money has been scarce. I found out on Monday that I am not getting the $500 I thought from financial aid. They still have aid to apply. So I'm just sitting here waiting for money that I should have coming to me. Problem is, I need it now! I'm $50 down this week form what I want to be at. I think I'll still be okay. I just hate money.

Then there was Tuesday. Spending money on bird food, groceries, gas, etc. Watching the cash disappear from my pocket.

Wednesday brought on other feelings. Ones that I am famlilar with but can't effectively describe. It was an empty...no HOLLOW feeling. Not in my stomach. It was more in my rib cage. Closer to my heart. A dull ache. Not heart break. Thats more of a stabbing sensation accompanied by the urge to cry until you run dry. No, this was just a kind of "I don't want to do aything because whats the point" sort of feeling. Thoughts cam up...

1. What am I doing with my life?
2. Where am I going?
3. Do I have any goals?
4. If I do, am I doing anything to achieve them?
5. Am I trying hard enough?

This mood inevitabley leads to these thoughts.

1.Will anyone ever love me? (not as depressing as it sounds. I love my family and friends and know that they love me back. This is the love that is shared between eternal companions)
2.Everyone else is getting together and getting married...not me.
3. What am I doing about that? Nothing.
4. Why is it so easy for everyone else in the ward?(it's probably not, but is sure seems that way.)

Then I wonder to myself, do I really want to get married at this point in my life? Do I really think that my eternal companion is going to be in the Columbia Missouri University Ward?

I was sitting in church last Sunday and I happened to look at Carla. She seems happy, but a little frazzled with all the wedding planning going on. Only a couple months to go. I let my mind wander and I had this picture of me standing in a nondescript area with a faceless man on one knee before me proposing marriage. And then I tried to imagine me planning my wedding. The dress, flowers, colors, food, etc. I felt terrified.

No...not terrified. Thats a very strong word. It's just really hard for me to imagine getting married. Maybe that because I have never gone on more than one date with someone before. I have never been in a relationship serious enough for thoughts of weddings to cross my mind. I know I want to get married. I can't wait. And I am so excited to have my own children. I know that Father plans for me to be a mother. But when? I can't see any of the men in the University ward making plans to get to know me better. I see them getting together with the other girls in the ward. And I realize...I need to be trying harder. I can't stand passivly by and wait for someone to come to me. I need to have a more active role in my personal life.

Mom, I know that you've been waiting years for me to admit that. So now I am. There you go. But the thing is, *************************************. (Note to readers. The next two sentences have been stricken from the original post because they were angry words that I didn't really mean and portrayed my thoughts unclearly.) There aren't many guys in the ward and of those guys there are only a few I could ever see being more than just friends. Ug. Part of me wishes I was graduated and moved to some other area doing research or something and then I cold meet some new people. And don't tell me that I need to be attending more dances or YSA conferences. It's not my scene. And I firmly believe that I will not be finding my eternal companion at a church dance.

Alright. I'm done ranting. I tend to ramble when it's been more than a week since my last post.

Time to prepare for this presentation. Spend some time with my birds. Maybe let them tire themselves out a little before I bring them before the class. I'M SO NERVOUS!!!

By the time most of you read this, I will probably be done. But wish me luck if you read this before 12:30pm today.


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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Here Comes the Rain Again

It's September 11th, 2008. I remember exactly where I was on that fateful day 7 years ago today. I was in my 9th grade honors Chem/Phys class with Mrs. Tyson. I walked in and class started as usual. A little into her lecture the phone rang. She answered. I can't remember if she said anything. But she went to turn on the television. There is was on the news. everything was wrong. Chaos. Distress. And then they showed the previous footage of the first plane crashing. I could only stare. Not sure why this was happening. They kept showing that plane and then switching over to live video of all the smoke and damage. Suddenly it happened. In came the second plane and it smashed through the other tower. More screams and distress. By now everyone knew there was something terribly wrong. This was no systems malfunction. This is when I began to be afraid. My chest felt constricted and my hands trembled. We all sat in front of the TV,watching the event unfold. Feeling pity for those there. Grateful that we were safe here. Afraid that there might be more.

Throughout the rest of the day, we sat in class waiting to hear more about what was happening. We heard about the pentagon, we heard about the flight that was headed to DC and crashed in Pennsylvania. The truth of it all coming to light. That there were organized terrorist attacks.

Terrorism. A word that, until then, was completely unknown to me. What did I know of terrorists being so young in times before when the word was heard around the world. I recently watched a video of a family taping the events as they unfolded from their home several blocks away. I can't imagine how they felt. Their fear so much more acute than mine. The smoke from the second tower collapsing rolled against their windows. How horrible, to know that someone you loved was in those towers. Working as normal. Then gone.

Never had the feeling that the last days are approaching been so acute. I still feel it to this day. The barrage of hurricanes, earthquakes, storms and other natural disasters are too frequent to ignore. Even more impossible to turn a blind eye to are the wars and rumors of wars, the rise of Gadianton robbers and the increasing wickedness of the world. The time draws nearer. It was the 11th hour 7 years ago. Where are we now? We can't know. But it's coming and we need to be strong when it does. Hold tight to each other as members of the curch. As family. Strengthen out relationship with our father in heaven. Cleave to him more than ever. Put our complete faith in Christ. Times are only going to get harder. We have been promised that. If we do not strengthen ourselves now, how will we fare in the physical and spiritual wars to come?

Permit me to relay a common phrase. It's going to get much worse before it gets better.

Am I ready? Why have I procrastinated this long? Why is it only now that I set my path straight? And why do I pass so many on my way and ignore them rather than grasp their hand to take them with me? The idea of a mission has never been far from my mind. It's always been a possibility. I've just never been sure if it was right for me. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But it's something that I should fighure out.

Anyway, sorry for the serious entry. You need those every once in a while. And days like this, where we remember so many lost and a time that brought about so much sorrow and fear, it's hard to to be a little sober of mind.

A few little things about my life.

Work last night wasn't too busy but there were some times that I snapped at people when I should have been patient. I was rude to bill. I snapped at Crystal. I think it's because out of all the people that I work with, they tend to get on my nerves the most. In fact they seem to be the only people that get on my nerves. And last night was a nerve night. Crystal was mad because she wasn't first cut. So she took it out on everyone else. She was sour all night. Then as she was doing her outs she was completly unhelpful. She was standing right nest to the grill line window when my food came up. I was trying to run other food and get some salads and drinks out. I did this. When I came back she was still standing there emptying her salt and pepper shakers. I looked over at her and said in a little snappish tone..."Hey there's hot food in the window. You know what would be great? If someone could run it for me while I run this other tray." She just stood there. I have to admit that her inaction steamed me a little. I don't want to go into Bills stupidity suffice to say that he was paying for his pwn decision to let someone go early and the taking it out on everyone else when ti came back to bite him in to rear.

It's nice to see Emily and Noah. He's gotten so big! Too bad they are both coming down with colds.

Um...It's supposed to rain all this weekend starting tonight. Great. Good thing I had no plans.

"No really I mean that! Sorry if it sounded sarcastic..."

Name that quote.

I want classes to be over for the day!!! I want to go to one voice quartet rehersal! I want to go out for ice cream then curl in bed and watch a movie all nice and warm. I say that mostly because I am cold right now. Once I step outside I'll want and ice cold beverage and a fan.

Bye.

Monday, September 8, 2008

I was a demented child...

When I was little, I always thought it would be cool to have the firemen come down our block. They did once at the duplexes. I think some old lady fell down the stairs or something. The whole time I was thinking, "this is cool". Now I realize how horrible that is. I see a firetruck and I hope it's going nowhere near me.

I had no such luck this morning. It all started...
Um, I'm not going to start my story that way. Try again.

Once upon a time...
No, no, NO! Don't even think about it! Anything but that!

It was the best of times it was...

Taken, though not a bad start. C'mon! You can do this! Something original and not lame!

Okay, okay. Sorry. Let me try again. Lets try this...



Sleep still clung to every crag in my brain. A thin mist that was now being punctured by sharp stabs to my sound receptors.

That's better. Go with that. See where it takes you.

**(Sorry everyone. My creative side has been working itself into a frenzy since I haven't taken the time to give it an outlet. Continuing with my tale of the mornings events)**

What was it? This persistent beeping that sounded as if it were coming from under water? I rolled over, trying to block it out and get back to sleeping. After two minutes of fruitless attempts I decided to give up. I needed to be awake anyway and get ready for class. Still, what was this noise? It sounded like a smoke alarm. In my drowsiness, my logic finally came through and I realized I should probably check the house. I listened and sniffed my way around my room. No funny smells and the sound got weaker as I moved away from the wall connecting my room to our neighbors. Hm...

I pressed my ear to the shared wall and there it was. The beeping coming from next door. Great. What do I do now?

I stepped out of my room just as Gloria was stepping out of hers. We were both in our p.j.'s. Me in boxers and a t-shirt Gloria in something similar. We looked at each other and bot shrugged.

"I think it's the smoke alarm," I offered.

We made our way down the stairs and outside. Gloria went to the neighbors door and knocked. No answer. she rang the doorbell. Still no answer. Beautiful. Their alarm was going off and they weren't home. There was no smoke and no heat coming from the front door. No visible sign of fire. We decided the best thing at the time was to call Chad, our landlord.

I didn't have his number. Did Holly? Nope. Did Gloria? Guess not. So we had to go wake up Jenna. She rolled out of her cocoon and gave us the number which I dialed from Glorias phone.

Voice mail. Sighing, I left a brief message giving my our address, the neighbors address and a brief description of the situation. And that was that. I decided to start getting ready for class. I needed to be gone by 8:30 and it was now 5 till. I went up the stairs. When I reached to top, there as Jenna in her pajamas clutching her chest and looking distressed. She called down to Holly.

"Can you take me to the doctor? I'm really hurting..."

Wonderful. Apparently Jenna has some sort of condition that causes her to have bad chest pains at times.

This was how the morning started and it was about to get better.

I began to smell smoke. Crap! Smoke meant fire and fire is never a good thing in a home. I was halfway undressed to shower. A little alarmed now, I went back to my room, hastily dressed and out my unwasher hair in a ponytail. I met Gloria at the bottom of the stairs. She plugged her nose in a gesture indicating that she smelled the smoke as well. We both went to the neighbors door then. There was still no visible flame. But there was no doubt that there was something going on inside that was not supposed to be. So, fir the first time in my life I called 911.

They answered with the typical "911 emergency" then proceeded to ask what my address was. I gave it to them along with my number and name. Then I told them "the nature of the emergency". Alarms were going off, we could smell smoke, no one was home and there was no visible flame. They assured me that the fire department was on it's way.

Good.

So we waited. 5 minuted later, the tenants of the duplex arrived. Somehow notified that their alarms were going off. They went in...something that probably wasn't the smartest thing and opened the garage and windows. Smoke poured out of the openings. By now, the smoke had also made it's way into our air conditioning and all over our apartment. Who DOESN'T love the smell of fire smoke in your living space? We all exited the duplex, by now wide awake and a little annoyed that this was happening. Soon we heard the sirens and not one, but two fire trucks made their way down our street.

To make a long story short (cue Mr. Green) they found a small fire in the bathroom that didn't do too much damage. They brought out the hose and put it out. They fanned out the place to get rid of all the smoke (not our place...I guess there wasn't enough.) Then packed up and left. The fire marshal stayed behind to survey the damage, take pictures and ask questions. He came over to our place and asked if I was the one who had called, got my name and number and thanked me for my call. It was all the thanks I got because our neighbors certainly weren't dishing it out.

So that was my heroic moment of the day. Our duplex no longer smells like smoke. We have no idea what started the fire though me and my roomies think it was either a careless cigarette or a curling iron.

Well, that wasn't that exciting but it made for an interesting Monday morning. I missed my first class because of it. Oh well. The professor understood.

Well folks, lets hope that survive my year at Bodie drive. Not that I fear for my life (though mom does).

Happy day after Monday!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Overkill

Is overkill one word? Is it two? Is it hyphenated? Who knows.

So, two in two days. Why not? The truth is, I'm just a little bored.

I have some exciting news that no one will care about but me. My TA in Plant Systematics last semester is my TA for Botany this semester!! I'm so glad it's not the crazy hippie lady. you should have seen the notes she took on the board yesterday. I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry in embarrassment. She's trying so hard to be cool. Writing word's like "crap" and "Funx"(abreviation for fiunction I guess...). Anyway, I love Alicia. She is easy going and hilarious. Our lab was the greatest lab of them all in my opinion and a lot of that was due to Alicia. I walk into lab a little late (this seems to ba a trend for me this semester). She looks at me in surprise and in her mock dramatic way she says, "Sarah? Sarah Lambson?". I was shocked and delighted to see her. The presence of someone I know added with the fact that I have a good handle on all this plant stuff made lab great. I wasn't in my usual shell. I was talking, laughing, interacting, etc. It was great. The content was pretty much as dull and tedious as I predicted, but the atmosphere was light. The girl across from me, Taylor, was nice. She's also in collquium. I may try to pick her out today. It's Dr. Nylon. I had him for Renewable Resource management. He sweats a lot. He's gonna give his lecture on urban wildlife management.

I am having so much fun in my major...for the most part. I am so excited for my potential career. But also a little bit scared becuase I'm not sure exactly what I will be doing. I really need to get in tough with the Fish and Wlidlife people here in Columbia and look into volunteering. My only worry is my lack of time. I have a few hours between classes and work sometimes. We'll have to see. Anyway, I also can't wait for next summer. I am already in the process of looking into internships out west.

Thats my short little entry for the day.

It's wet, I'm cold, I have classes all day...the only things I have to look forward to are not working tonight (shich STINKS (mom) because of the whole no money thing. Also I am getting FINCHES today and then there One Voice.

I would still love some suggestion for my pair of finches.

Hope everyone is staying dry.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

What is there to say?

Now that I am back to my hum drum student life I have nothing to report. My journal entries are boring and I feel like a blog update is pointless.

But I cant stay away.

School is now in full swing. I have some homework, but the load is light so far. Just wait until all the projects pile up.

My iPod is on shaky legs. It was nonfunctional all summer-playing three songs and then dying. So far I am up to 8 and still have a little over half the battery. This is still not up to par, but better than nothing.

I am unpacked! And it only took me a little over a week! I just need to get all the boxes I don't need out and then the computer I am acquiring from Bro-hah in. I have a tv in my room that I am borrowing from Beckie. What's better than watching movies from your bed? I'm still not hooked up to the cable. But thats a good thing.

Work is trukin' on by. I now have cash in my money jar. That makes me feel better. Even though I am not rich, visible money is always nice. I even treated myself to Movie Gallery. I have coupons (said the way you pronounce poupon as in "grey poupon" because it's spelled the same way folks. Also-ORANGE is TWO syllables. Or-ange. Ketchup, ketchup, KETCHUP!!!).

Sorry.

I've missed the fun timey atmosphere of Bob Evans. I've missed all those good happy tables. I do not miss the weirldy slow nights or the angry tables full of people who have no idea what it's like to be human. I'm glad to be back. Though I do miss working days and having nights off.

Still waiting on the results for our famillies version of the biggest loser. Who knows now who will win though I can say with certanity that it is between team SARAH/KIRSTI and team BECKIE/KYLE. May the biggest loser win.

I'm getting a pair of finches. I called sister Moegling and she told me she was wanting to sell a pair plus a cage and starter care kit all for $35. Who could pass that up? I'm excited. I want to get to know then better before I name them, but I am open to suggestions. The only idea I have so far is to name them after the bird nerd duo from Rhode Island-Courtney and Evan. We'll see.

I still have not managed to get my excercise plan into action. I'm still trying to get everything else in order. It will happen. Though I would like to look into ways to excercise my arms without having to go to the gym. I wish I had a Kayak or a canoe plus a recreational lake or pond nearby so that I could go on the water evey morning. That became one of my favorite things over the summer. I miss that.

Even though parts of the fourth Twilight book are good, I am still overall dissapointed. I am almost finished and am waiting for something to make the book worth reading again. Sorry Stephanie Meyer (did I even spell that right?). I am very upset that she decided the Romeo and Juliet approach was better than what is right. It's better to stay addicted to the drug. UGH!!!!!! So dissapointed. Anyway, were going to move past that.

I have discovered that me, Holly and Jenna have very different tastes. They both like all those vomitous reality shows like "The Hills" and such. I can give them a little credit for liking food network shows. But thats all I can give them. They watch all those laughable Lifetime movies. Sad. At least they agree that Soaps are abominations. In talking movies I have also discovered that Jenna hates some of my favotires (so far, The Lake House and Stranger Than Fiction are on the list. There are pleanty others I am sure. She's one of those people who can't stand strangeness in the real world. It's impossible that in todays real world a man hears a woman narrorating his life or that two people can be communicating from another time. Like mom I love these things).

Um, actually don't have much more to report. I need to head to class so I get a good seat in that huge lecture hall. I DO NOT miss the days of being a freshman and having to go to those huge classes with over 100 people. I love the 30-40 people classes.

Till another time. Maybe my next entry will be from home and not from campus!

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